So, I worked out this morning for the second day in a row.
(The term "smug and self-satisfied" comes to mind about now.)
I amused myself by watching this big, bad macho guy pretend like he was working out. He'd go to a weight machine, look at it, sit down, think. then do like 2 reps. He repeated this stellar performance alternating back and forth between two different machines. Then, when I blinked, he'd left. I guess he felt he'd had a well rounded work out.
My workout consisted of stroking my ego because I was STILL working out.
When I finally decided that was enough for today (a scant hour later) I walked outside and someone, somewhere, was making biscuits and gravy. I suspect it was the home cookin' restaurant a block away. That smell ought to be illegal. Especially to someone who's worked out for an hour and is weak with hunger and high on endorphins. I cannot be responsible for my actions.
I shall, however, overcome and have flax seed pudding (yum) which is good for my heart and could patch a wall in a pinch.
Again, smug and self-satisfied.