See? I told you

I am not a numbers person. After debating my 12-18 mph and getting a calculator out... (I had to borrow one from the kids) I determined one of two things. I have super human speed, or my speedometer on my ellipitcal doesn't work for shit. I'm going with option number two. 12 mph, ok, that might be perceivable, but 18? Good lord, that's like Olympic speeds and that sure as shit, ain't me. So, I have decided that I will never again look at the little digital rotating numbers on my screen, as I don't even trust that it can tell time correctly. I will put my i pod back on, do my set program of 8-10 songs and be happy.
This morning, oh what a morning. Drew wanted up so he could go run outside. He was going to run to the highway and back, roughly two miles, pretty hilly terrain. I woke him up at 6, went back to bed. Should I have worked out? You're damned right. But, alas, I did not. Here's why...I am positive I cannot do hills yet. It was dark. I was tired. AND I plan to run out side, heading the opposite direction Drew went this morning, very little incline, when I get off work tonight. In the daylight.
I should stress that me working out in the morning, is nothing short of miraculous, as I am not a morning person. As in, if I could sleep til 11 every day, I would, happily.
While good things happen when i wake up in the morning and exercise. (Its done and out of the way. I feel good. I have a lot of energy. I get to work earlier.) There are drawbacks to my ass being upright and mobile before 7 a.m. namely: more often than not I get off the elliptical one eye still shut and exhausted, therefore when I stumble out of the shower and try to tip toe into the closet without waking anyone else up, I end up putting my underwear on inside out, backwards, or both. OR, I put on socks that don't match. (which some days I do anyway because, hey they are 2 socks, they are clean, they are going into my boots and no one will see them, so who gives a shit....I despise folding socks) Or yesterday, I put my underwear on backwards and i grabbed two different colored earrings. One gold hoop, one silver. Yep, that's me...
Again I would like to stress how sublimely unfair it is to have someone in the house with a 14 year old boy's metabolism. He's down to 131 this morning. I, being perfectly on plan am up 3 pounds. Being a girl SUCKS! (I forgot yesterday, that I did lose another 2 pounds last weigh in). He has 2 more pounds to lose by Saturday at 2 p.m. Technically only one, but he wants to leave the house Saturday morning weighing roughly 128.5 in case there is some scale differential. I would give my left ovary to weigh 128.5. Actually, I take that back, I wouldn't, as if i weighed that, people would start planning a benefit for me and wondering what was ailing me.
I am very intrigued by the TreadClimber, advertised on tv. I can't switch channels when that commercial comes on. I want one in the worst way. I would imagine, however, it costs roughly the same amount of dollars that it would cost to side my house and siding will win out.
My husband and daughter thought I was trying to kill them last night as the dinner menu featured grilled fish and broccoli. I thought I was being pretty damned nice serving theirs with tartar sauce. The void actually said that it wasn't so bad and we should have more meals like that. My daughter, on the other hand, fought me tooth and nail and ending up spitting out the last few bites. I made her a deal, next time, she could have a little cheese on her broccoli or she could have a salad. I think I might just fix fish and broccoli for supper again tonight! LOL!