It's Early and I'm Hungry

What does the Funnest Phelps Family do at 5:20 a.m. Sunday morning? The ideal answer would be sleep. What am I actually doing, eating. Wow, sounds like fun, who doesn’t like to eat? However, eating because the human being in your belly is hungry and needs to feed off of you isn’t my idea of a night out on the town. I’ve stashed some granola bars in my bedside table to help curb the urges to raid the kitchen. But today the urges won, and I lurched out of bed to conform. I say lurched because none of my motions are graceful anymore. Being 42 pounds heavier than normal has shifted my center of gravity to the point where I have to use momentum to do the simplest task. Shaving my legs has become a workout. So a granola bar and a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheat’s later, I am sitting here staring at my email wondering if anyone is out there sharing my plight. And to the youngest member of the Phelps family I ask, “Ok baby, if you are already controlling my sleeping habits, come out already and play with me!”