Day Whatever: Hunger v. Laziness

It's one of those ridiculously lazy days.  Not the relaxing kind of lazy with popcorn and a movie, the obnoxious kind you would be embarrassed to reveal to friends and family (but not apparently in a blog).  I came home from work, completely spent, dropped my bag at the door, and collapsed on the couch.  And now I'm laying here with the laptop, stubbornly refusing to move.

I haven't turned on the TV because I don't want to get up and get the remote, which is on the coffee table, three feet away from me.  Even to me, that's obnoxious.  If Husband were home, I'd ask him to do it (and he would, because he's awesome like that), but he works late on Thursdays, so the TV situation isn't changing any time soon.  (I'll watch something on Netflix via laptop.  Cause I'm a problem-solver like that.)

Unfortunately, I've hit a bigger obstacle than the TV.  I'm now hungry.

But I don't want to move.

But I'm hungry.

You see the conundrum.

It's my own personal Sophie's Choice...except, you know, instead of choosing between my children, I have to choose between being hungry or being lazy.  But otherwise, it's exactly the same.  EXACTLY.

I'm trying to bribe myself to get up and eat with promises of fast food, but laziness is rejecting it.  What about getting something delivered?  No--my cell phone is in my bag, which is still right by the door where I dropped it.  This is exactly why I can't lose these 7 horrible pounds...I throw these lazy/stubborn tantrums, and then I use fast food to try to get myself out of it, just to avoid wasting away on the couch.  I can see Husband coming home from work, only to find a skeleton, straight from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, collecting dust on the couch, and wondering how the heck someone can starve to death with a full refrigerator 10 feet away.  Pure laziness.  It's not easy, but apparently, it's my calling.