Can It Be That I've Had Too Much Time Off?

It's a good thing I work. 

Working gets me out of the house, away from the half of a homemade Barefoot Contessa Carrot Cake that has taken refuge in my thighs. 

Working gets me into the shower and out of the p.j.'s I've slept in, had lunch and dinner in, and even went for coffee in.

Working helps me see that there is life after the next guest on Martha.

Working alleviates the aggravation I endure when my kids sleep till 12.

Are there meetings for this?  Something like AA or Gambler's Anonymous or Get the Heck off the Couch Anonymous?

Oh sure, there are plenty of things one can do in lieu of working, and having a wallet busting at the seams is not even a prerequisite.  For example, I saw a "like" on Facebook this morning (yes I was on it at 6:30 this morning) that read, "If you have time to go on Facebook, you have time to exercise."  Definitely.  I've had time to race the seagulls along the river, have breakfast with Billy Blanks, and even pedal my fanny to the GWB.  All of these take about an hour.   Instead, I found out who just improved her pedal sachet recipe, and I discovered a company that actually makes money on designer toilets. Bed Bath and Beyond even sells wooden toilet seats that look like checkered cutting boards...Just in case I plan on slicing vegetables when I pee!

If exercise isn't my thing, I could volunteer, go to mass, have lunch with a friend, visit my mom (no forget that, I gained 5 pounds the last time I visited her) plant some tulips outside, have coffee on the Highline, stroll through the Union Square Green Market, browse the sale racks at Anthropology, visit the dentist, use my Key to the City... 

Did you know that there are break dancing cats, vagina trees and dear God! can you believe Anne Hathaway cut her hair off?

It's a good thing I work.