Two slices of chocolate chip banana bread, with layers of Nutella, bananas, and marshmallow creme sandwiched in between, dipped in cake batter and deep-fried, then dipped in melted chocolate and rolled in toasted almonds and coconut.

(Submitted by Pearl Hurst) From the website This is Why You're Fat

On a daily basis I go to bed thinking, "Tomorrow I am going to eat better and exercise more and maybe lose some of the fat I've gained in the last few years eating like a 20-something undergraduate with self-esteem issues." Problem is, the next morning I get up, look at the beautiful sunny day that is very appealing for an early morning walk, and close my curtains. I choose instead sit at my desk eating 'Nilla Wafers as I work, sure the pounds will just decide they don't like me one day. It doesn't help that I come across some of my favorite blogs  with posts like these:

Pie Pops from A Cup of Jo
Banana Bites from Framed
Philadelphia Lemon-Style Ice Cream from Not So Humble Pie

Seriously people, I may have to start following diet blogs. This is getting ridiculous. I figure if I say it on my blog I'll have to actually do it (otherwise I'll have to answer to you all). So, without further procrastination, I am going jogging/speed walking/running/strolling) sometime tonight after I finish work and before I go to bed. I'll let you know how it goes. I am easily sidetracked, so it could be a very short or very long jog/speed walk/run/stroll.

It's hot today. Don't get me wrong, after all the rain I am happy for weather in the 70s. The problem is the house feels like 90 degrees. Our front room doesn't have windows that actually open. Instead they act like giant magnifying glasses in the afternoon sun, cooking everything that even crosses their sunny paths. I'm serious, I think if I put a plate of hotdogs on the arm of my chair and waited until 1 pm, I could have a roasted weenie. Either that or one of the kids would have eaten them way before the sun started to turn the metal stands of the living room lamps into branding irons.

I have a ton of work to get done today. Working from home isn't all it's cracked up to be when the kids are out of school. I hate having to attempt to get extra work done in anticipation of not being able to work. It completely de-motivates me. Maybe I should make up one of those de-motivational posters for my wall.

My son has surgery scheduled for tomorrow so they can work on his leg and save him from casually breaking his fibula as he walks down the street. The hospital where the surgery takes place is almost two hours away yet they scheduled his check-in for 6 a.m. — so nice of them to remember we are early birds.

I just realized what a random bunch of facts and stories this post is turning out to be. In order to prevent any further rambling, I am going to attempt to work (for real).