I WISH this was on my fridge door...

Having Your Cake and Eating it Too…or Not.

So last week I got older. WHEEEEEEEEEEE!

The day did not go unnoticed as Jainey took me out for birthday brunch awesomeness and then my nieces showered me with love, their adorable art and AWESOME Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer cookie cutters (and then wanted to bake RIGHT then and there. *sigh* Kids!).

It was the perfect low-key milestone birthday.

But it was missing something.

The cake.

There was no birthday cake to be had this year. No candles to blow out. No embarrassing singing.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a good thing to not be singled out in your favourite family restaurant, but also made me sad.

So off I went to hang out with my buddy D this weekend. I was tempted to bug him about how he got me nothing for my birthday, not even a cake, but I didn’t thinking it was tacky. Well, he was taking so long in the kitchen getting us drinks that I went to see what was up, and that’s when he handed me a small brownie cheesecake.

Yeah, the boy knows me TOO well.

So I tried my best not to cry or knock him over in a giant bear hug, instead choosing to stand there dumbfounded with my hands over my mouth. But that was brief as I had cake to eat!

And it was gooooood!

But onto the bad part. D sent me home with the rest of the cake. Now, me and any cake is generally bad news, but me with a cheesecake (no matter how small it was) is TERRIBLE news.

I could have left it there with him, but didn’t. I said I’d only take it if he wasn’t going to eat (so weak!) and he pushed the thing into my hands. I should have pushed it back but all I could think of was eating the delicious thing.

All. Of. It.

I got the cake home and put it in the freezer, thinking if it was frozen I’d be less likely to eat it. But the stupid thing kept calling my name. I’m on my couch watching tv and it called my name. I was running trails on Sunday morning and I could still hear the blasted thing.

So before I went crazy with an inanimate object torturing me from my fridge no matter where I was, I promptly tossed the decadent dessert out yesterday morning.

Yup. A whole half of a cake out in the trash.

I’m sorry, D :(

They always say that it’s the thought that counts and I appreciated the gesture more than anything, but counting up all of the POINTS that go along with it was just too much.

 

So what tasty temptations have been left in your hands that you just had to get rid of for sanity’s sake (and the sake of the scale)? Am I the only one who feels freed yet guilty when doing things like this? What would you do?

From the mouths of babes

It was the most wonderful time of the year…

Today would have been your 47th birthday.

I would have called you at midnight to sing to you.

You would have returned the favour 24 hour later on what will be my 30th birthday.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.

Many of those days I find myself crying, wishing you were here to laugh with me.

One day that sadness will turn to laughter again.

Until then, I have nothing but the best memories shared with you.

I love you always.

Look Good. Feel good. LIKE Yourself.

And Packaging Gets Me Again!

So, in an effort to be thrifty, I was weighing my options in regards to meat at the grocery store a week or so ago.

I had read in the NoFrills flyer that President’s Choice had new easy-grill chicken breast portions. Now, six in a box for $7.99 is cheaper than buying two breasts for about six bucks each time, and would be easier for the Point calculations (2 Points each), so I threw ‘em in my basket and away I went.

Well, I finally decided to try them out the other day and realized they had QUITE a kick to them.

Why? Turns out they were Chipotle flavoured. Now, how the heck did I screw that one up?!

 

Can you see the difference? I can’t REALLY see the difference.

What is with the blue confusion on Loblaw products and me?

But I really shouldn’t complain. I do like them, but would have preferred something without spice to it as chipotle REALLY doesn’t go with some things.

 

Have you tried anything par accident lately that you were happy with in the end?

What’s Wrong With This Picture

 

Um…do you see what I see?

What the hell happened to chocolate milk?

Does this mean I’m not drinking milk, but some other milk like concoction?

Will I grow a tail or something?

What the hell is up with this?

Avoidance

Seems to be a theme in my life right now.

I’m avoiding social situations so I don’t have to spend money or answer the dreaded question of, “what do you do?” when I’m introduced to new people.

I’m avoiding my blog. Not because I’m up or eating crap, I just feel like I have nothing to say (except right now when I obviously do).

AND …I’m avoiding my scale.

 

But this ain’t no pity party.

The last part is actually a good thing, I think.

See, almost two weeks ago the digital devil finally gave up the ghost. Or at least the batteries did. I thought it was kind of cute when it told me “lo” and thought, hey! Maybe it’s just commenting on my weight! Alas, it was not and I didn’t run out to replace them. Instead, it’s been sitting there collecting dust (literally) in the corner of my bedroom. It’s weird not to wake up and jump on it every day, but it’s so liberating as well.

I’m still trying to eat well with minor crashes when I am with my family and you have to have a piece of DQ cake to celebrate or suddenly raspberry cheesecake muffins appear (God bless you, Mel. They were so good). But otherwise there hasn’t been the “I need to stuff my face and eat that whole bag of chips” that I normally feel like when junk has magically appeared in front of me and I need to gobble it up before it disappears.

But there’s a lot of things that I’m not avoiding.

I’ve been trying to stick to the half marathon training schedule and even doing long runs all by myself.

I started P90x two weeks ago to try something new and have been sticking to it every day (I’ll write more about it another day).

And I’ve even been eating a lot of fruit.

Yeah. I know. Me. Eating fruit.

Who knew giving up the scale would get me to eat fruit.

 

So if and when you ever gave up the scale for awhile, was there anything you found liberating? Habits changed? Liked or dislike? What other horrors do I have in store for myself?!

I don’t think I could take anymore HUGE changes after the fruit…