I know that if a bowl of fruit and a bowl of candy are placed in front of me I will eat the fruit, and pocket the candy (fruit spoils faster.)
I am aware that I have sudden and intense urges to brush my teeth, so I keep paste and floss near by at all times.
I know that I can run for three hours straight, but ask me to do pull-ups and I’m lucky to get five in.
I know that my take-home bags hardly ever make it home.
When I put laundry in the washer before bed with the intention of switching them to the dryer later, I know that the clothes are likely to go untouched until morning.
If you ask me to skip a workout I know I’ll go crazy… ask me to skip dessert and I’ll call you crazy.
I know that if I don’t shower at the gym, it probably won’t happen later either.
I can fight off a craving all night but I know a crinkling wrapper will wake me from my slumber. Then I will zombie walk to the kitchen with outstretched arms.
I know that pool water won’t get any warmer while I sit on the edge, but sometimes that doesn’t help.
I know that I will spend at least 30 minutes of my day looking for lost items; cell phone, wallet, etc.
After a shopping day I know that it’s normal for me to only buy one thing and consider it a success.
I know that telling Weston, “this post will only take 15 minutes” won’t make it take any less than 30 (sorry love almost done.)
I also happen to know that if intense studying is to be done and I don’t isolate myself on a deserted car island, you’ll find me folding underwear, watering my chives, or counting carpet threads. Being locked in my car is the only way, I’ve learned, that I can actually enjoy the day and be homeworkingly productive.
So when you drive past a randomly parked Camry and see a blond in the back, you’ll know it’s me. You’ll say, “Oh that’s just Molly studying in her car. At least she knows herself.”