Fifty Sit Ups

So technically I was only supposed to do thirty sit ups today, and I did. Then, I thought, why stop there? Why not keep going? So I paused and then did twenty more. And I didn't die, although I might have sounded like I was dying, because my daughter yelled from the next room, "Don't kill yourself!"

My new technique is to enthusiastically say to myself (internally) "I can't do this" after counting off each sit up, as if "I can't do this" actually means something along the lines of "you are amazing! you are doing it!" Is this what people mean when they talk about embracing the no? (Or maybe that is embracing the now..?) Anyway, this is all staring to seem very narcissistic. Who cares? Thirty sit ups. Fifty sit ups. 365. 

MY BELLY: I care. ME: I wasn't talking to you, was I. MY BELLY: You said who? The answer is, me and my low pain threshold. ME: Some day you'll thank me. MY BELLY: Don't count on it.