Friday Confession: I Am Pavlov’s Dog
I exercise a lot.
It’s not for the reasons you might imagine. I play doubles tennis just to have fun and move my body, but I play singles for one reason and one reason only.
Eggrolls.
I love fried food. I love it so much that I was 198 pounds when I was pregnant with the kids. I have the palate of a morbidly obese woman, so I exercise. With two hours of activity I reward myself with two eggrolls. I don’t really want to play a singles match, I’d rather play doubles and move a little less. I want the eggrolls, so I run a little harder. I play to win. I start planning my lunch sometime around the 14th game.
I also have a taco truck habit. I love the tortas and ceviche and a Mexican Coca Cola with the sugar and the tiny bubbles. I refuse to drive to a taco truck. My favorite taco truck is reliably parked on Mulholland Drive year ’round.
My running shoes make me slobber. I am Pavlov’s Dog.