I dragged my butt out of bed at the crack of dawn this morning to commence my one week health goal. Being the last week of the holidays, I fully into to whip myself into the healthiest shape that can be achieved in 7 days before plunging into the dark, sinister routine that is my high school lifestyle: oily foods, midnight snackage, 6 am wake up calls and 3 am bedtimes. During these last 7 days of freedom, I will:
- Go for a morning jog
- Workout after breakfast
- Do yoga
- NOT eat potato chips
- Sleep at 10 pm
I have my 10 year old sister on my case in the event I have a lapse of judgment and slip into my old ways.
I am so glad I went jogging this morning because the weather was showing the first hints of autumn. A light breeze played around my body, rejuvenating my mind and giving me a fresh start to my day. I also happened upon a “wand” and broomstick. Could it possibly be a sign that my Pottermore letter would soon be arriving? I named them Mr. Wand & Miss. Broom. I also made up a story for them. I believe it went something like this:
Once upon a time, there lived a wand and a broomstick named Mr. Wand and Miss. Broom. They fell in love and got married then moved to their dream located, the Pavement. After a few years, they had a baby named Woom. And they lived merrily ever after. FIN.
The things I do when I am bored…
I took my sister to Starbucks for breakfast on the way. I ordered myself a smoked chicken salad and a chilled Caramel Macchiato yum~ Who is that little boy in the photo, you ask? Oh just some kid who has Starbucks chocolate cake for breakfast. No big.
On the way home, my iPod shuffled to the song “A Thousand Miles” by Vanessa Carlton (I downloaded it for fun after watching White Chicks). I started singing along like the black guy in White Chicks and just began laughing uncontrollably right there on the street, clutching my sister for support and tear streaming down my face. Literal tears, I was laughing so hard. (It is sort of a inside joke for my sister and I). The only time I had laughed so hard was when listening to the song in bed with my sister one night. For some reason, it always manages to crack me up. I wish such outbursts of spontaneity would occur more often. It certainly takes the edge out of life and reminds you of the good times.