Some days I feel like I've become The Blob and will ooze my way around town, absorbing anything my growing body can consume, expanding, expanding, expanding. Today is one of those days.
It's the lethargy that started the whole thing. After work I went to look at a sofabed (should I consider a floor model if it means saving $400, even if it's a totally different colour/fabric/style than I was thinking?) and bought some produce. The walk from the shop, I passed by an accident, minutes after it happened, before the body was in the ambulance. Someone hit a pedestrian in a crosswalk, continuing one-and-a-half car lengths past the crosswalk. A woman was holding another woman as she crumpled into her arms, sobbing. I couldn't tell if she was with the pedestrian or the driver of the car. Somehow all the errands I thought about doing seemed a little less important after that.
When I got home I sort of collapsed on the increasingly uncomfortable couch and couldn't move. The two hour sleep likely didn't help, nor the Chinese food I had for dinner. (Likely the Chinese food really started me feeling like The Blob, but it's so hard to pinpoint the exact moment.) So much for finishing the application for a job I probably won't be interviewed for. Blah.
The amount of exercise I likely have to do to make myself stop feeling blobby amounts to months of 24-hours a day workouts. Who has that kind of time? And eliminating booze probably would help as well, but then it comes down to a quality of life thing. Would not drinking make me happier? Would not having a belly improve my life substantially? These are questions I'm not willing to answer right now.
Besides, being able to absorb people into my growing body mass brings people closer to me. Except that our conversation would probably involve them screaming and me making a weird gurgling noise... Perhaps I need to try harder to like exercise.
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