The score--- Me vs. Bike

5:00 pm--Trying to talk myself back onto the stationary bike this evening. The argument has been heated and included a lot of name calling. We'll see what happens. It is no longer surrounded by a 5 foot high wall of stuff, but the dust will take hours to shovel off. That may buy me an extra day reprieve.

6:05 pm- Score: Me-1, Bike- 0. My brain was against the bike. Then my "seat" piped up with a reminder of how uncomfortable it is to ride. Then the waistline spoke up and said that another winter like last without riding and a new wardrobe would be needed. Then the brain said that all funds for a new wardrobe have been budgeted for next year's trip to Europe. After much yelling and profanity, it was Bike -1, Me-0. But ha, ha! The tires are flat so no riding until I get a pump!! Take that Bike!!

6:50 pm- The bike is downstairs sniffling. I heard it whimper things about "not being appreciated" & "neglect". Upstairs the two "10 minute workout" videos are whispering hopefully, but they are in for a let down as well. They were all smiley and preening when they arrived a week ago. I had given the one a Netflicks trial and had committed myself to 5 nights a week. It worked as long as I knew I was using a "rental" slot to keep it. As soon as my personal copies showed, then "what's the rush?" The dance moves one is probably going to take slow-motion and several tries to even figure out the steps. That was an easy excuse to can it for awhile. I love it when they come with a built in reason why you can't readily use them! Tomorrow I have dinner plans after work and Friday, I'm going to my cousin's to help with the trick or treaters. I might be able to commit to getting the bike pump this weekend but that's all I can promise right now.

8:00--The Sirens that live in the pantry have begun their melodious song as they often do. They know that by mid-evening I'm weak and easily lured by tantalizing promises. They usually take the form of Tostitos, singing of their tasty, salty charms and how "healthy" & delectable they are with salsa: the savory sweetness of the tomatoes, the zesty bite of the peppers, the miraculous blending of their other-worldy deliciousness. If only I could put wax in my ears like Odysseus' men or be tied to my chair like Odysseus himself. But alas, as I sit there, usually watching tv, my ears unplugged and unguarded against their music, I suddenly realize I've made my way to them and have salsa in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. That's when the bike snickers from downstairs. It probably bribes them to sing. The more I fall victim to them, the sooner the bike knows I'll be back!