Wake up, go to the gym. Find the gym is closed because it’s too early on a Sunday morning. Walk to the other gym and do cardio for half an hour.
Go home. Chat with roommate, eventually walk to midtown and stop on the way for a bagel with chicken salad and some kind of hyper-organic blueberry and honey juice drink. Continue walking. Peruse overpriced clothing shops for two hours with roommate, who is an enthusiastic shopper. Walk to Trader Joe’s and buy a lot of food for the week. Bring food home. Unpack groceries.
Eat a sandwich made with no salt bread, kalamata olive hummus (yes, I realize I just cancelled out the no salt bread) and some lettuce and tomatoes. Head out again.
Walk to the subway to the UN and catch the tail end of the pro #egypt celebrations, and then walk 7 blocks crosstown to Times Square and pick up a cheap ticket to the theater. Go home, nibble some snacks and have a glass of wine. Take the subway back up to the play two hours later and STAND FOR THREE HOURS at the back of the auditorium watching Al Pacino as Shylock in THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. Be suitably amazed while sipping small glass of wine from theater bar. Take the subway home, eat chinese food. Wake up in the morning and get on the scale.
Presto, 1.5 pounds lighter.
Next step? Spend the next four hours lying on the sofa feeling sore all over from all the walking and standing you did the day before.