It’s already started off to such a weird Monday, that I actually cracked up in my kitchen this morning. I overslept a bit, so I didn’t get to do my cardio like I wanted and now have to do it after work. I’m not as sore as I thought I’d be, but I’m sore in unlikely places—like my biceps. I don’t even remember using my biceps yesterday. My abs feel it, but don’t really hurt, they just seem to be aware of the situation and are handling it accordingly. heh.
After my usual face-washing, tooth-brushing, monday-morning weigh-in routine, I discovered I lost 3 lbs, which of course, required a little James Brown dance. Then I go to make the usual breakfast: a packet of oatmeal and a poached egg.
The egg was having none of it.
The first time, the egg-wave (yes, I have an egg-wave. As seen on TV!) popped open like 10 seconds into the action and dumped the all-important egg white all over the microwave spinny thing. So I tossed the egg, took out the plate, washed it and tried again.
This time, about 55 seconds into it (and you only cook it for a minute), the egg-wave had a seizure, did a flip and exploded, launching my fully-poached egg all over the microwave. When I opened the microwave door, I guess the egg decided to have one last hurrah and a giant steam bubble erupted, shooting egg poachiness all over my face.
I just stood there, hand on the door, staring at the microwave, thinking, “Well, that went well.”
Happy Monday!
