Ugh. My quads are killing me. Walking down a flight of stairs is a big pain; everything feels so stiff. This is the result of me doing some squats on Sunday. I guess the obvious follow up question to that is, “why in the world are you performing squats?” Well squats are a good exercise to work the thigh muscles. Not enough people work that muscle group. Just make sure to stretch beforehand…don’t be a fool like me.
Anyway, I’ve spent the last few days lying in bed studying for my developmental psych midterm. The test really wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. The test only covered three chapters, so there wasn’t too much to memorize. The text was mildly amusing. There were a few things that stood out, like when they were describing out the scent of amniotic fluid wasn’t always pleasant. They even described some of the reported scents like: “pungently rancid, goaty, or having a ‘strong fecal note’” (Schaal, Orgeur, & Rognon, 1995). It’s stuff like that that really sticks in my mind. There’s lots of material in this course that kind of makes you go “aww!” as well. In class, we were shown a video of a young child being shown two glasses of juice of the same amount. The child agreed that there was the same amount. The researcher then took one glass and poured it into a skinnier container in plain view, so that the juice was “taller”. When asked whether the two containers had the same amount, the child said no and insisted that the taller one had more juice, even though he saw the pouring being performed. It’s kind of funny stuff, and it makes you think: we were once like that at one point. Wow. We’ve sure come a long way, no?
I guess lastly, after the exam, I headed to the lab to meet up with my group to work on our project for OEC this weekend. Oh, progress is going slowly, but we know that things need to get done one way or another. Actually, before Tony and Henrick arrived, Keith and I were discussing going for a donut run. However, neither of us had any cash. So, we planned to make a run once the other two arrived with money. Oh, the cravings got louder as time passed. Soon we were exclaiming, “I want my donuts!” out loud, as if the call would have drawn them in faster. Gluttony soon turned thoughts of half a dozen to a full dozen. When they arrived, oh what joy there was. I do think though that half a dozen would have been wiser. The only ones really eating were Keith and me. After three each, we loked at each other and egged each other on:
I’ll eat one if you eat one. We eventually hit 5 each, and that’s when the craziness started. Sugar highs are never good.
Anyway, I swear that I’m not going o eat another donut within the next month or so. With all those calories…I suppose there are many ways to burn them off–perhaps…more squats?
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