I am not one of these people who believe in fate even though maybe I should. After all when I am getting close to get off the road on a highway, there is always traffic slowing down in the right lane when it’s too late to pass without missing the exit. I also miss every light when I am in a hurry and always get stuck at a railroad crossing when I have to get to a bathroom. (That really pisses me off). So maybe I should believe in fate, but foolishly I don’t. However the events of yesterday is causing me to re-evaluate my non-belief. The key to losing weight is diet and exercise and in my zeal to maximize my ability to exercise I now belong to three gyms. Since my back was hurting on Monday and Tuesday, today was going to be my return to the gym day so naturally yesterday I pulled my left hamstring doing virtually nothing. So, no gym today, but a lot of pain. It sucks to get old. But I am glad that I still don’t believe in fate since, if I did,, the idea that fate was against me and I was getting old, would make today a very depressing day.
Speaking about depressing, the doubting Thomas’ at work were all in my grill concerning eating a salad for three days in a row. According to them what I eat is boring. R was downright angry at my choice of foods, BB was angry that I never vary my choice, and Suuue was just downright angry. If this is what my friends have to say, imagine what my enemies would say (assuming I had enemies).
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