plain oatmeal

-Good morning-
~For some reason I woke up in a very good mood today. I felt lovely and light and I wanted to dance. Weird right?
~One of those rare days that you wake up and look at yourself in the mirror- bedhead, discolored skin, squinty eyes and all- and you don't want to extinguish that person from the phonebook. Well..at least the bedhead part.
~I adore ,and advocate, plain oatmeal for breakfast.
~I've been told, and I know for a fact, that I don't drink enough water. So every morning, the first thing I do- yes, bedhead, discolored skin, squinty eyes and all- is drink 2 glasses of it. We have a water dispenser in our apartment so the water is safer than most, and I do the dishes a lot so the glasses are cleaner than most. So I know I'm doing right.
~Plain oatmeal, on the other hand, I've gotten mixed reviews about. I love the taste, I think it's just enough flavor for the morning and just enough fiber and grains and blah blah for the day. I just have a bad feeling my future kids might resent me just a little bit due to the lack of sugar-coated purple and blue and red sugar-O's in the cabinets. Just a little bit.
~Its a little bit ironic how we really all do become our mothers.

-later-
I would like to say that Fanta Shakers can absolutely make your day.
It's tried and true. So please try it. I mean, you get the whole package. I personally always want to shake my cans of soda, but I can't because spilling foaming sugar-liquid on your jeans isn't fun. But you are supposed to shake these bad boys. And shake 'em good. Secondly, the texture is amazing. Is it a liquid? is it a solid? Who can tell. And it fizzes in your mouth! Seriously....I don't know where they sell them in the states, or come to think of it, if they even do sell them there but....they're good.
p.s. the orange flavor is the best of the best.
p.s.s Fanta should be paying me for this, but they're not.
p.s.s.s I need to go to work.

-and goodnight-
having an ipod touch is very nice when you are an aspiring writer.
next stop: mac book air.
I just got home from the gym.
It's such a learning experience to have something very normal taken away from you with an almost assurance that you might never get it back. About 2 and a half years ago I was told that I could never run again and that I might not be able to carry my own children. This scared the living hell out of me and gave me the quickest reality check I've had so far. I spent months doing a combination of crawling, sitting, using crutches, and stretching stretching stretching in hopes that my muscles and tendons and ligaments would give my stupid self a second chance. I came home in a wheelchair and my father later cried when he made me promise that I would never let him see me in one again. For a year I couldn't walk for more than 15 minutes without a sharp and deep pain running through the arches of my feet and up my Achilles. I cried many angry tears because it's embarrassing, and humiliating to not have something that is so close to being a human right: the ability to move on our own, when and how we want to.
I just got home from the gym.
I ran the treadmill for 20 minutes and power-walked for 30. This might sound silly but I'm proud of that. Not because I completed a workout, but because I proved the big man with the M.D. wrong. I'm gonna run if I wanna run.
Now, I need to buy some new sneakers. Needless to say, mine have been gathering dust.