It's a beautiful day...

...don't let it get...away? Thanks, U2, for that little diddy.

After what seems like many days of very oppressive heat and some thunderous storms, today is a glorious day in Chicago. The sun is shining. There are puffy white clouds in the sky. And the sky is that color of blue that seems to never end. It's amazing.

So I decided to get outside and run. And I ruined the beautiful day for myself.

Just kidding. I'm at the point in my life where I realize I need to take better care of myself. That means eating better and working out. You know, the least fun things in the world, especially for a girl who loves her food and her downtime equally. Oh, and my efforts at eating more healthfully, I am pretending that I did not consume an item last night called a crispy pig face. In no world is that ever a healthy thing. But it IS delicious. Trust me. (Excuse my carnivorous appreciation, vegetarian readers. I love my meat.) On the whole, I have been eating better. You know, I eat egg whites instead of whole eggs, I use skim milk instead of half and half (usually) and I don't eat french fries as much as I crave them. Basically, it sucks.

And sometimes, I get out there and run. I'm not fast, and I'm not particularly good at it. However, it makes it nearly impossible for me to walk up the three flights in my apartment building afterwards. I figure that means that it's doing something, right? Much of the time, I have an irrational anger at those people who boast their mileage and their running frequency via social media. That irrational anger is based on my own jealousy and my own brand of laziness that expects change with minimal effort. Boo to me. I always feel like I have my own personal victory each and every time I complete a run. I guess that's all that really matters.

So, today is beautiful, truly. And, honestly, what's a beautiful day if you can't kill it with some veggies and exercise. (I don't think this is what Bono had anticipated when he wrote that song.)