Thank you Jesus! I thought for SURE those two naughty chicken tacos were gonna do me in number wise. Eating my planned stuff earlier in the day must have paid off!
I had an adrenaline rush yesterday that shocked me. Maybe it was more like an adrenaline crescendo. It started when BF called me after work from the grocery store and had that “I feel like eating out tonight” tone. My heart jumped a pinch. So my mouth, without consulting my brain, formed the words “I could go get us something”. At that point I think BF’s heart jumped. Do you know that I smiled and sang all the way to the fricken fast food place. I rolled up, I ordered, and I hummed along to the radio as I waited patiently in line. It was a damn eternity. But when the chicken tacos crossed the plane between the take out window and into the car window, I swear, I felt euphoric. It was almost scary. It was a horrible revelation that this type of feeling about chicken in greasy corn tortillas is probably the exact reason I weigh eleventybillion pounds. And its not just chicken tacos that make me feel that way. The thought of having pizza, or spaghetti, bread or potato anything,. Good Lord. As I passed the tacos across the front of my face to set them on the seat next to me I actually think my eyes softly fell shut so that my sense of smell could give full attention to the tacos without my sight taking up any brain resources. Oh what a sad sad reality. Food is my high.
Unfortunately, my grapefruit and 1/2 a turkey patty did not draw out the same reaction…. However the thought of my first cup of coffee…. hold on…. yep it is everything I had hoped!
So I did not exercise last night, but will do W1D1 of C25k today. Fully intended to download a podcast for it but some how ended up scrubbing the kitchen for 2 hours while waiting for biggest loser to start. Don’t ask me how there are dishes to do when we ate out. It drive me nucking futs and I think I need to learn how to cook because the deal now…. (BF cooks, I clean up) is kinda a raw one because he simply has to make dinner. One time a day. The “clean up” tends to be of all things that end up in the sink, even if “dinner” never touched them. For example, morning cereal bowls, the kids water bottles, the mat that someone cut up fruit on for their lunch, the pb&j cover knife. Poor me, woe is me, and blah blah blah. Okay. I’m over it. I STILL DONT LIKE IT! But I’m over it.
Welp, gearing up for another day as a government employee who is waiting to see what the eternal budget cuts result in. Who knows, I may be able to blog all day soon. Hope not. Have a good one~!
