Note to Self

Dear Self,

It's late. I'm tired. And I have some things to discuss with you.

First. I understand that you're hungry in the morning. We cut out the bedtime gorge snack. You think, hmmm... pilates tonight, let's have pasta and a breadstick (or two). But do you know what happens after eating a plate of pasta with (mmmm) meat sauce and two (and a half) breadsticks? The body doesn't want to do pilates, it wants to sleep.

However, I applaud you for going. Really, great job. So while the rest of the world was watching Roy Halladay pitch the second no-hitter in post-season history, we got to spend an hour doing side planks and rollovers and picking our arms up off the floor when they fell off.

So next time, dear Self, that many calories are consumed in one meal, do the logical thing, and put the kids to bed, lie down on the couch, put the tv on, and let those calories convert to fat cells like they so desperately want to.

Now go to bed!

Love,
Me

P.S. Yes, Roy Halladay DOES totally rock :-)