You know what just kicks my ass every holiday, but mostly the Easter holiday? The freaking candy aisle at the grocery store. It's a death trap.
So there I am, on a perfectly good Sunday afternoon (except that it was raining), strolling the aisles at the local grocery store, picking up the odds and ends that need to be picked up and low and behold I find myself smack-dab in the middle of a 8 foot wall of sparkly, dazzling, pink and green foil wrapped goodness called....(dun, dun, dun) Chocolate Easter Eggs. And they're on sale! Yippeee! I have hit the sugar-filled jackpot!
So instead of turning an about-face and marching to the nearest celery stick, I pick up not one, but TWO bags! Dark chocolate and Nestle milk chocolate. But, I don't stop there. Much to my dismay, I turned toward the checkout and there is a 4 foot by 4 foot container that's 2 feet deep just FULL of Cadbury Cream Eggs. Holy buckets of crap: I'm doomed. This is the end. I can't stop myself. Its like I had an out of body experience, I could see my hand reaching out, grasping the beautiful green, blue and red foil wrapped egg. Then that hand just casually drops the chocolaty delight right on top of the frozen peas in my basket and I proceed to check out. Mind you, I put the Egg out first on the little conveyor belt, telling the clerk that he better put that right up on the counter where I can see it. God forbid the damn thing get lost in my 18 sacks of groceries.
All I can say is that for some extra-ordinary luck of the Irish (or Easter Bunny) I did not see any Peeps. Next to my beloved Cadbury's, Peeps are the most deliciously satisfying fluff of pure sugar that there is and I have been known to plow over small children in the candy isle to grab a four-pack. Or two four-packs.
Anyway, I took the two bags of small chocolate eggs to work. Telling myself that they are for 'other people', not me. Even though I filled my little candy jar to the brim and set the darn thing within easy reach on my desk. So what do you think I've been doing this whole week? Bad things. Very bad things. "Oh, one little egg won't hurt you ,Laura," I tell myself, even though it's 8:00 freaking o'clock in the morning. Then at 10:00am, I tell myself the same thing. And on and on and on. As of today at 4:30, the stupid jar was half gone, and I've only had 4 visitors this week. Three of the people never even put their little paws in the jar. It's all me people, all me.
And to top it off, I have not exercised once. The husband and I have worked on our bathroom renovation every night or day since last Friday and getting up at 5:10am to burn a few calories has just not happened. (Note to readers: if I don't get my lazy rear end up in the morning, you can just count on me not exercising when I get home after work. For some reason, the moment I set foot in the door the thought of exercising just goes 'POOF'. But I love exercising in the morning, I just have a hard time getting out of bed. I know, I'm complicated. Someday I will figure out the mysteries of myself, I swear.)
Back to the blog: I'm so mad at myself for acting like this every week! I have exactly 36 days till I turn 30 and have only lost 4 pounds since Jan. 18th. I need to get this healthy attitude in gear. Permanently.
I knew I needed to blog about this, otherwise the non-exercising and chocolate egg eating will continue for infinity. Writing keeps me on track. Heck, it's you guys (the readers) that help me get back on track. (Thanks by the way, for helping, by just reading. And commenting too. I love it when you comment!) I bet you tomorrow I wake up, conquer another P90X DVD, and won't touch a single chocolate. Those are my goals. Short but sweet. Just make it through one day, then the next day there will be more challenges to conquer, and I will conquer them. One day at a time.
Just one day at a time.