I had a lot of things I wanted to write about last week, like the movie Leatherheads (Go see it! I would have liked it even without the one-two punch of George Clooney and John Krasinski, although they made it even more enjoyable.) and how I found the new episode of The Office a little disconcerting and a bit depressing (although not as depressing as the last one before the WGA strike) or the fact that even though a lot of good things are happening in the lives of my friends and family, that I really, really don't like change. But then I decided to start waking up at 5:15 in the morning to work out the same week I decided to give up my once-a-day Coke&Lime and/or Dr. Pepper habit. So I spent whatever time I wasn't at work curled up in a pitiful ball on my bed wishing for sweet oblivion of sleep. I spent most of my time at work wishing for the same thing, except that I was forced to sit upright at my desk.
My reasons for getting up before the sun and giving up the sweet nectar of caffeinated carbonation are based in the desire to be healthier and skinnier. I wasn't making the time to workout in the evenings, so I had to do it when no one would plan anything to interrupt. Which meant when all sane people are still asleep. And we all know soda makes one fat and rots one's teeth. The final tipping point in favor of the pre-dawn workout was a new hairstyle that I can take from sopping wet to (as my visiting teacher put it) 'foxy' in ten minutes. See:
I don't know if 'foxy' is the word I would use, but a woman I see at the courthouse all the time told me that she never wanted to see me in long hair again. I think she might be right.
Would you concur?