Breaking from the routine

I'm rockin' the Peyton Manning jersey today. Women's cut of course, because even though I ate too much over the weekend and I'm feeling puffy today I don't want to wear the big baggy Manning jersey and make matters worse. Angela and I only eat fast food about once every two years, but a new KFC opened up near our house and we had to try the boneless buffalo wings while we were watching football and playing pool yesterday. The honey bbq ones were awesome! And we decided we needed a DiGiorno thin crust cheese pizza from the freezer to go with the wings. (Not eating fast food doesn't really save us any calories. We find other ways to sabotage our own self-discipline efforts.) By the time we were finished with all of that we were stuffed! Imagine that. So we chased it with some Peanut M&Ms. Now I have to do 55 minutes on the treadmill today instead of 45.

I don't usually take naps, but I'm going to force myself to take one today. (First the fast food and now the nap...what's happening to me. My routine is all out of whack.) If I fall asleep tonight during the first quarter of Monday Night Football like I usually do, I'm going to be so mad! The Colts need me to stay up and watch and cheer and drink water with crushed ice out of the free Colts coffee mug that my friend Kelli brought back from the RCA Dome. Rams are toast! I hope. I wish I had one of those construction-worker hats that holds a beverage on each side and siphons them into your mouth through a tube. I would totally wear it. And post a picture of course.

Better hit the treadmill now. I wouldn't want to break from the routine too much. But first I must finish off the leftover wings and pizza. And that may produce another hankerin' for some Peanut M&Ms. It could get ugly.