I was out of the house almost all day Saturday so I got behind on laundry (shocking I know) so the last load I threw in last night had all my gym stuff in it. I was determined to get everything ready. I even woke up extra early this morning to put them in the dryer.
But I still didn’t make it out of the house with any of my stuff. I didn’t forget – I just didn’t have time. I was upstairs putting on my shoes while the husband was barking at me from the front door that I was making everyone late, that we had to go RIGHT NOW! He would have thrown a fit if he had to wait on me to get my stuff gathered up. Seriously, he’s hardcore. Very much like a drill sergeant. And most the times I find that extremely attractive, just not when it’s directed at me.
But I’m not complaining about him at all – I’m actually very thankful. He’s the reason we get out of the house on time and he keeps us all on track. And I know that isn’t a fun job. He could probably tone it down a notch but it’s hard to get those A personality types to relax about anything and he’s super, super uptight about being on time. If he’s not 10 minutes early, then he’s late. And then the poor guy married me.
So I knew I wasn’t going to be able to run today. So why then did I decide to eat chocolate? And not just any chocolate, but this:
That little bitty chocolate has as many calories as an entire candy bar! And I have no way to work those calories off. So that kinda stinks. It was really, really good though. But I’m not sure it was good enough to be worth it.
And yes, I knew exactly how many calories it had before I ate it...but I've had that sack of chocolates for 15 days. It has dark chocolates, milk chocolates and even white chocolates. And unfortunately, I like them all. Kinda like the guys I've dated -completely different but with equally appealing qualities.
So they've been sitting there this entire time and today I finally caved. Though the fact that they've lasted this long and I only had one shows incredible restraint. Seriously, people - that was an exercise in willpower.
The problem is, I shouldn't even have those chocolates in the first place. But I am surrounded by wonderful people who enjoy doing sweet things for me and want to lavish me with gifts. And who am I to turn that down, right?
And I’m having major wardrobe malfunctions today. I’ve got on this open sweater and it won’t stay closed. Here is what it is supposed to look like:
It’s probably a little tacky to post a picture of my chest, but it’s not supposed to be of my chest – it’s suppose to be of my sweater. So you can see what I'm talking about. So ignore the fact that this picture includes my boobs and just focus on the sweater.
So the left side of this stinkin sweater keeps opening, like slipping down off my chest so you can see the top part of my bra. At least my bra is black and grey, so it kinda blends. Still, it’s annoying that I have to keep tugging it up.
So I’m starting off my week devouring decadent chocolate and flashing innocent people, what about you?
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