I was working at home yesterday (I suppose I don’t need to specify anymore) and I took a break to get some type of diet snack out of the kitchen.
After my snack I walked back into my guest room/bedroom/office and looked at the news. The crawl said:
US DEATH TOLL SURGES PAST 1,300
I turned on my heel, headed back to the kitchen and ate 6 potato chips and one oatmeal cookie. It seemed the only thing to do.
It reminded me of 9/11/2001. September 11 was the last day I ever used my treadmill. I had been on it daily up till that date. I can’t really explain why I stopped.
I suppose it’s all about control. Why would I diet or exercise to control what my body looks like, if the breaking news says that life is going to kill me anyway?