Almost 48 = I can’t eat anything I want whenever I want and not suffer the consequences.
Life of a Laptop Troll = The most exercise I get is walking the dog.
Almost 48 + Laptop Troll + Bed at 1am full of nachos = up at 6am with a raging headache and upset tummy.
I have a nacho hangover. Sigh.
I know what I need to do. I need to get dressed and take the dog out for a walk right now. I need to get my body moving and sucking in some fresh air.
I know what I want to do. I want to go back to bed in a vain and futile attempt to sleep it off. I won’t be able to get any more sleep and I won’t feel any better if I try this route.
Where are my pants?
Susan Scot Fry
Update… Getting out and moving helped a lot.