Is it too much to ask that when I arrive home from a workday like today that I am greeted at the door by a beautiful woman wearing jeans and a tank top holding a large pepperoni pizza in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other? I think I deserve that much. Maybe after we eat we watch some tv before she gives me a massage and tells me about her day.
I am almost tempted to at least go out and get the pizza and beer so I can relax, but that would be what Oprah or Dr. Phil would call "emotional eating." Plus more importantly too much beer and pizza would prevent me from meeting that beautiful woman. It's best to snag them when you are in shape and then let yourself go once they are trapped in a loveless marriage.
So I will skip the beer and pizza today and instead go work out and then read or watch some South Park.