Okay, those aren’t the only reasons, but they’re two good ones. There’s a guy who works at my gym and he’s in a wheelchair. This weekend he asked me why I’m always working out so hard. I told him that since God gave me a body that, overall, works pretty well, the least I can do is hold up my end of the bargain and take good care of it. He said that was the best answer he’d ever heard to that question. Also, I like to eat. 😉
My son came over Saturday morning. He usually does his laundry and the we go out to lunch together. This weekend his allergies were making him miserable, so he asked if we could stay in and make “that egg thing”. I said, ” Oh, chilaquiles?” Just to mess with him. He hates chilaquiles. He said, “No, that delicious omelette thing”. To him, everything that made out of eggs is an omelette. It’s actually a frittata. I love that I raised him to be independent enough to show up with all the necessary ingredients. Plus, he knows there’s no way I have bacon in my house. 😉 So we made the frittata together. He peeled the potatoes while I diced the other veggies. I’m a firm believer that everyone should know the basics of cooking a simple meal. When it was ready, we sat down to eat and I inhaled my first piece. I asked him if he wanted another piece and he said he was good. It was then that I realized that I eat more than my son. My son who is 6’2″ and 205 pounds. Yikes!
For the life of me, I could not figure out why everyone was saying “Go Colts” to me and giving me the thumbs up today. This is what I was wearing:
Apparently, there’s a football game tonight. I had no idea. Honestly, I had it on because it was at the top of the stack of laundry I just folded. It just happens to be blue, Colts blue.