What would you do for a butt?
On Monday I opened my freezer and saw this:
Frozen mud? Marinade for another day? I wouldn't put it past my sauce-creating husband to save his baste like so. Turns out the girls were trying to make a chocolate bar out of Hersey's syrup. Not a creative endeavor from some cute workshopie cooking camp. In my mind, it's a desperate measure by a true sugar addict. I've become militant and cleaned up our food act. I will never ever purchase another soda and sugar is a treat on a special occasion not a daily entitlement. It appears my behavior is founded.
They aren't happy:
So I say to my son:
Wow, your sisters are like nicotine addicts searching desperately on the ground in a dark alley for some old cigarette butt hoping there's a puff or two left so they can get their fix. So don't ever smoke. What do you think?
A little dramatic.
After a pause he laughed.
Good one, Mom.
I was serious.
This is better:
My silly hamstring. Slow to heal. Like recovery from sugar addiction. We'll do it though. One day at a time.
No miles this week. Yoga twice and 4 fitness classes to teach at the Y. I can lead without full-on yowzah. So I am resting a bit.
What have you changed lately?
2 comments:
Never purchase another soda? LIAR. I haven't changed anything except to up my wine intake a bit. Does that count?
hey, I have this tape stuff for you to try on your hammy. you put it on, leave it on, got it from a PT friend, mine is better enough not to need it, but you on the other hand need some help. (hee hee)
as one from a nearly sugar free house myself, I can tell you I vividly remember downing spoonfuls of sugar (brown, white, whatever) and honey whenever the coast was clear :)
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