As I sit here wondering what embarrassing, oh-so-real-moments to share from this week I am certainly not listening to (and loving) an earnest evening thunderstorm as it sheets rain down my perfectly polished windows. I am also not enduring the I-told-you-so smirk of a husband who thinks windows should only be cleaned yearly sometime in drought stricken mid-July so as to get maximum value. ~Sigh~. I really don't mind. Our perfect world view lasted for nearly four full days and if perfection must end (and it really must) the sights, sounds, and smells of an honest to goodness warm weather downpour is surely the way to go.
I think my biggest Not me! confession of the last week is what I did not put into my body over the last weekend. My nutrition rebellion went something like this:
Friday: Did not pick at a generous bag of Red Vines and an odd collection of broken chocolate chip cookies for most of the afternoon as an appetizer for an ice cream party later that evening.
Saturday: Did not wake up and run 10 miles so I could not use the exertion as an excuse to down a berry and Oreo shake for lunch, two oatmeal butterscotch cookies and vanilla ice cream cone dessert later that night with one movie night Popsicle to follow.
Sunday: Did not show visible relief when Matt countered my claim it was Fast Sunday, but instead the 31st of May--the perfect reason to continue the sugarfest with some divine blueberry pancakes drenched in real maple syrup from a gifted tree in Vermont. Mmmmm. I love breakfast. Good thing I did not eat three more cookies before church, and two pieces of pumpkin chocolate chip bread for lunch. Not me! And with a day bathed in enough white sugar to put most into a coma, I would certainly not end it with some made-from-scratch insanely butterific triple chocolate brownies drenched in homemade cocoa-rich butter cream frosting.
Monday: Did not wake up and literally close my eyes for the weekly reality check to discover there was now 1.7 pounds more of me to love. And, somehow, I did not regret it!
Today, I'm definitely not thinking about getting back on the wagon, but I am considering running to catch up with it! Oh well, a good weekend binge is worth at least a month of responsible nibbling, right? Sugar fiend? Not me!