I haven’t had any refined sugar since Sunday. And I would love to have one of the Fudge Rounds in the basket upstairs.
But I’m trying to lose weight. And I want to see how long I can go without eating sugar. (Sugar substitutes don’t count, so I’ll keep drinking my Diet Pepsi, thank you very much.) So, no Fudge Round tonight. I miss you Fudge Round.
Next up: I need to get some decent tennis shoes and start running. Or, more ideally, find a nearby tennis court. We used to have one that we could use at a local high school, until the school was moved and replaced by a gigantic Wal-Mart. Thank you, Wal-Mart. Perhaps I should arrange a tennis game in the aisles in protest.
In any case, I need to find some way of exercising regularly. From what I’ve heard, fat people who exercise regularly are better-off, health wise, than skinny people who don’t.
The biggest problem with exercise around here is that it gets so freakin’ hot in the summer time. Combine the heat with humidity that regularly rises above 75%, and you have a recipe for a soul-draining, life-sapping environment that makes it thoroughly unpleasant to go outside to check the mail, much less to run for a half-hour.
Hopefully that kind of weather will hold off for a while this year. I’m just wishing right now for a bit of rain to wash the pollen cloud out of the air. You can almost feel the pollen dust as it coats your nose and throat. I can only imagine what it’s like for people who are allergic to the stuff.
This is why San Francisco appeals to me: From what I understand, the weather there is almost always mild. It might be humid, but when it’s seventy degrees, that’s OK. The thing that doesn’t appeal to me about San Francisco is the idea of a multi-thousand dollar rent.
Anyways, I’m rambling. See you tomorrow.