Willpower

As I sit here, somewhere between Waterloo and Davenport, I am reflecting on my poor stress management techniques.

I know that the best way to get rid of work-related stress is to ride my bike to and from work and to not eat junky food.

I drove to work Monday and, instead of riding a bike, I bought a bike. And while I passed by this tempting display at the grocery store on Tuesday (you just need a spoon, right?), my lunch consisted of a donut, coffee, chocolate cake, and two pieces of chocolate candy.

I know that this is a temporary phase, but I'm somewhat amused by how I can be strong-willed in some respects, yet lack all discipline in others.

And now I will daydream about when I'll get that fun bike out.* I'm not going to wait for snow - dirt will do!

*I have had my eye on this bike for a while to replace my current, bigger fat tire bike. The rationale is best captured in a verse of the Smith's song coincidentally on the radio right now: "An emergency stop, I smelled the last ten seconds of life, I crashed down on the crossbar. And the pain was enough to make a shy, bald, Buddhist reflect and plan a mass murder."