Maybe...

Maybe it's the fact that my last blog post was about me eating 2 sandwiches that included gravy...

Maybe it's the fact that I got tired eating an apple the other day...

Maybe it's the fact that the first place I became a Mayor in on Foursquare after being a member for 5 days was a Dairy Queen...

Maybe it's the fact that walking up a flight of stairs has me looking for the nearest bench to take a nap on...

Maybe it's the fact that I got agitated when the woman in front of me didn't know how to properly order at Chipotle...

Maybe it's the fact that I just got winded putting up my hair...

Maybe it's the fact that when someone asked me how often I drank water my response was, "Generally just when I brush my teeth"...

Maybe it's the fact that my heytell messages sound like creepy stalker voice mails because of the heavy breathing...

Maybe it's the fact that I have a designated booth at Chick-fil-A...

Maybe it's the fact that I said out loud "If I see one more person sign up for a damn marathon, I'm reporting their Facebook profile as spam..."

Maybe it's the fact that when I saw a group of girls running in the cold while I drove by them eating my waffle fries I thought to myself "suckers"....

Maybe it's the fact that I can't remember where my running shoes are...

Maybe it's the fact that today in Starbucks when my best friend Steve tried to steal a piece of my lemon pound cake I knocked that piece to the ground and proclaimed, "If I can't have it...no one will..."

Maybe all of these things are telling me one thing:

Jones get your badonk back to the gym.