Thursday, March 26, 2009
I hate that saying. My sister always says it to me. My sister, who is 5'2" and has been tiny her whole life. My sister, who had twins and has still always been smaller than me. My sister, who was helping me get onto one of her horses and my foot went through the milk crate. Because I was so heavy. Did I mention that was the day my boyfriend dumped me? But I digress...
I mention this because "A Moment on the Lips, Forever on the Hips" has been crossing my mind lately. I'm trying to be better at thinking before I eat. Now if I could only think before I speak, I'd be in great shape.
Last night I went to the store. If you want to know the reason, it was because I bought a copy of Twilight at Meijer for $23, but it was at Wal-Mart for $17, so I got the one at Wal-Mart and took the Meijer one back. You say, "But Rachel, aren't you a little old for Twilight? You're nearly 30!" I say to you: Shush. You're only as old as you act, so I'm pretty sure I'm still a 13-year-old girl.
Aaaaaaaaaaanyway. While checking out at Wal-Mart, I spotted amongst the candy my beloved PB Twix. Well, I didn't really "spot it" so much as "check five aisles till I found one that had PB Twix." They're super tasty. Kind of taste like the peanut butter Tagalongs the Girl Scouts sell. Mmmm...
So I bought the Twix. Only 64 cents. Not the king size or anything. Not a crime. When I got in the car, I looked at the nutritional information, and I about had a heart attack. Seventeen grams of fat?!? Where am I supposed to put THAT?
I resisted. I set the Twix on the seat next to me as I finished my errands. Several times my hand reached for it, but I maintained my composure and left it alone. When I got home, I ran in to find my husband. I said, "Dear, sweet husband of mine. Will you do me a favor?" He said sure (because he's just that nice). I said, "Will you please share this PB Twix I have here? I want some, but I don't want all of it. Share it with me? Please?"
And what do you know? My darling husband shared that candy bar with me. Martyr, isn't he? He threw himself on 8.5 grams of fat for me. What a saint!
OK, so that was overly dramatic. But I've learned that sharing really isn't that bad. When my eyes are bigger than my stomach, my husband shares with me. When we go to Cheeseburger in Paradise (one of my favorites!) we share a platter and we both get plenty to eat. When I want dessert but know I'll inhale it if left to my own devices, I call for his help and we eat it together.
As much as I hate "A Moment on the Lips, Forever on the Hips," it's actually coming in handy. I say that to myself and I rethink whatever it is I want. If I still want it, I see if someone will share it with me. If no one will share it with me, then I have to rethink it again and decide if having those calories right now is going to be worth all I'll have to do to remove them from my booty next week.
Plus I can rest assured in the fact that it's not "Forever" on the hips. I've been doing a great job of staying motivated and finding fun workouts. So maybe a few days on the hips, and then those tasty snack calories are toast.