Selective Amnesia

I think we forget what the day after a snow storm is like just so we can actually enjoy the deluge while it's happening. It wasn't until I was out there, skating down the sidewalk, wishing for one of those I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up buttons that I remembered. The day after sucks ass. Dirty donkey ass. Through a straw. I got to work. I did not break a hip.

I weighed in to kick off Week #2 of the weight loss albatross. Down 2.5 lbs actually. Nice to be in the 130s again. Nice to show a big downturn (for me) in the first week. Can't ignore the fact that I had approximately 1,000 times more exercise this week than I do in any normal week. My eating habits have not been the key to this reduction. Turns out, as much as I like to deny and forget it, that 3 billion weight loss plans aren't wrong. Exercise, aerobic exercise, is key to weight "melting" off. Damn it all to hell.

Part of why I didn't think that it would be so bad outside was because everyone was very good about salting. This morning the NY1 news guy pointed out that tonight will be quite icy and treacherous because temps will go down below the point at which salt water freezes. For a moment I forgot entirely that I sat through all three hours of Titanic and I thought, "Salt water freezes?" Yeah. Salt water freezes. Even on sidewalks. Might need to buy crampons on my lunch hour to avoid tragedy at tonight's weight loss walk.

I wonder what else I'm forgetting?