When I get home, I feel more like using my nonelectric, very difficult treadmill rather than going outside. I walk/jog on it for twenty minutes, then add 200 reps on the rowing machine.
Healthy, right?
I follow this healthy routine up with a bowl of beef stew, a crescent roll, a fruit/juice shake, some cookies, and crackers.
I guess I should've just stayed at work, sitting on my fat ass at my desk and filing mountains of paperwork, sorting through minutiae, and shuffling must-do post-it notes into different piles. Okay, okay; enough with the guilt. I'll get back into my work clothes and go sit at my desk -- a compromise.
Besides, if I head back to work earlier than I truly need to be there, I can put off writing the paper that's due for my Tuesday class. See? I know how to prioritize, and procrastination is top on my to-do list.
