I busted my ass on the tennis court tonight to earn myself a sorbet from the coffee shop down the street from my parents'. Worth every bead of sweat.
It was actually so much fun. I think my dad got a little impatient with me, so I'm glad there was a ball machine to take over for him. The irony in the fact that I was a varsity tennis player does not escape me (nor for you, Kristina). Seriously, I'm horrible. Everyone else in my family is good to great and I never got past below average. Mostly due to laziness, and not being good at sports being my subconscious rebellion against my parents (Let me edit that. I'm not bad at sports, I'm just good enough to not look like a complete jackass in some instances). The same goes for skiing (which I fully intend on taking up next year. Cross-country and downhill. If winter wants to eff me, I'm going to eff it right back).
I had a lot of energy today and was really looking forward to playing tennis w/ my dad, but had to wait until almost six, which meant a lot of obnoxious kicks and squats and punches. When I get hyper, I want to exercise, no matter what, so I will just move and move, annoying everyone around me.
I went grocery shopping today, and I love the way my kitchen looks (beyond the disaster that is my pantry. Perhaps if I get it cleaned next week we'll have a few before and after pics. Wouldn't that just be the most exciting thing in the world). I love how healthy I eat, and that my house reflects that. My fridge is full of veggies and whole foods, my cupboards full of healthy grains and beans and cereals and spices. Very few processed foods, very few treats.