Normally, I do have the bad case of the Mondays. You know, when you are questioning your very existence here at the office. You know, where you are one stolen stapler away from going arson postal.
However, that’s not the case with me at all today. I welcomed the regular regime of work quite well. I was a chipper person this morning.
As I was getting coffee, I suddenly craved (and again I don’t know why) milk from a cow. Never in my life have I even seen a dairy farm let alone have milk straight out of the cow. But for some off reason, it was my morning craving. And it just won’t go away. Now that I think about it, I bet that milk is really sweet. Yet it may be a good thing that I don’t have access to a cow. I shouldn’t add anything more sweet to my already diabetic coma infested coffee. Yes, 4 creamers, 4 sugars.
In retrospect, I think the good morning feelings stem from me being able to get some exercise this morning. No, I didn’t run or do some sit ups. No, I endured the “The Struggle“. Are you familiar with the struggle? No? Well you may or may not do it every morning or know someone who does it every morning. Hell, you might be even doing it right now. If that’s the case, I don’t know how I feel about you anymore.
“The Struggle” is the struggle to put on your desired pants for the day. It’s really a work out and should be seen as one. So as far as I am concerned, I have exercised every day for the past couple of months. You have to suck in your stomach, try to suck in your hips, and pray to every God as you hop all over the place trying to squeeze The Ass in to the pants. See before, I didn’t have this problem. Child bearing had no effect on my body. I only gained the a few pounds. Ok, ladies before I hear the hissing, I just want to let you know I have the weight now. And no it wasn’t to popping out three kids cause I was skinny as a stick after wards. No, I got a “body” (finally I hit pubity!) thanks to birth control pills. I didn’t get crazy fat but my ass sure did.
Now Gus says “well you always wanted to be in a rap video.” And I was like, Hey your right! Way to think positive! But then I remembered just because I got a butt finally after 26 years doesn’t mean I can move it. No, it stays in place. Hence the struggle in the morning. Oops I mean “The Struggle“. Exercise does make the endorphins move!