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!
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OK, I totally had one of those weekends too, but mine was more to the tune of Cafe Rio, double cheeseburger (long story), Tios, and a Taylor BBQ...
oh well...what's a girl to do!
Anyone who runs 10 miles is entitled to eat whatever they want in my book.
So glad to hear that you are NOT human.
(Except for the 10 miles. That makes you Super-Human.)
I dito what Meredith said. You can eat whatever you want on a weekend you run that far.
10 MILES?!? I don't think I have run a TOTAL of 10 miles in my life. And don't worry, I just downed 1/2 of an entire apple pie. It was good.
Excited to see you sooooon! (we're moving in under 2 weeks!)
As I am sitting here reading your post, I am downing a big bowl of homemade, yes by me, fresh raspberry gelato! But I just got off the eliptical machine so I justified it....hehe you go girl your looking pretty good in my book.
You are the master of blogging! Thanks for sharing the brownies with your cronies at work. They were divine as an early Monday morning snack!
You are so funny.
Thanks for watching us for what seemed to be our 30 seconds of fame. Jack was a little skeptical about going in there- till when we walked in ALOT of people were thrilled to see him and gave him stickers and candy and toy cars...and we went to a room he had never been to with new things... He was thrilled to be there. But he was asking to go to the Forever Young Zone...cause he loves the toys in there, and he kept asking and asking- and I said "We'll go there and play after we are on TV!" and this woman says - sternly, "You CAN'T go in there with him, you have to be an inpatient. You aren't allowed."
I was like, firstly, nameless woman, after the money we've spent here and our willingness to come back and help raise this hospital money I HIGHLY doubt they'll FORBID us from playing in their playroom, and secondly, he's THREE- I can lie to him right now with very little consequence.
Oy. Am I short tempered?? ....maybe..
I oh so wish we could just get rid of the scale. It would make my life so much more enjoyable for at least now anyway. Why do all good things have calories?
Amen sista!! I LOVE sugar and would actually live on it if I could. You look great so you can eat all the sugar you want and not have to worry about it!
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