Ebb and Flow

A heart attack from clogged arteries won't kill me. Not before my MD does.  Poor guy. He'll look at me when my blood test results come back, then hit the roof when he reviews my cholesterol numbers. Why am I saying this? Because with the late, late hours, the continuous unwavering stress engulfing me, I do what many do, I eat and I eat poorly.  Dinner has been popcorn and M & M's because I'm simply too knackered to even make a peanut butter sandwich.  Green food?  You jest.  The 2 bags of salad mix I bought turned the shade of texas dirt.  Fruit? Naners and red apples daily but that's still not enough.  No. Chocolate, Dorritos, pita chips and diet Dr. Pepper seem to be my mainstay.  Maybe I'll forget scheduling the end of the year physical.  It's not like I don't know I'm overweight, eating poorly and not exercising enough.  If the damn Texas heat wasn't so miserable I'd be out with the dog more.  But she hates it as much as I do and prefers the comfort of the king size bed in the air conditioned apartment.  Smart dog.