She’s gone. A big silver bird carried her thousands of miles east to a place that’s cooler, wetter and greener. While my wife is in NY I’ll get things together for our next adventure, a drive around the US. For a car trip it sounds a little melodramatic to use the term adventure. But if “adventure” means, “things don’t go as planned”, odds are we’ll have an adventure.
Of course the thought of a married man home alone and only a couple hours from Las Vegas sounds like the makings for a movie. You know the type. A few crazy days full of bad behavior, beautiful young women and lots of alcohol. So far my week has been less cinematic. It began with a delicious stack of French toast drenched in maple syrup but I missed my wife’s usual commentary: “How much syrup are you going to put on those?” “I’m surprised they’re not floating.” “Oh yeah, you better dredge that piece again I don’t think you got enough syrup on it.” Yes, the silence that comes with being alone takes a some getting use to.
The truth is my wife is right. My diet could be improved. I have always been better at increasing my activity level than lowering my caloric intake. That increased intake is especially noticeable when compared to a woman that is truly content with a meal consisting of only an apple and yogurt. I would love to have taste buds and a satiety center that was so easily pleased. It’s not that I haven’t tried adopting her eating habits but there is a big difference between following a “low calorie diet” and actually enjoying it. Even at my leanest when I was doing twenty-mile training runs I still looked a little thick, like a Kenyan with low thyroid.
Well it’s already after 5PM I better go for a run to try to make up for that breakfast. After running I’ll give the apple and yogurt another try. Wait a minute; my wife just emailed me a 20% off coupon for Outback Steakhouse. Miles away and she is still thinking of me. How sweet. I don’t even need to leave town to use it…Hm, or perhaps that was the point.