Wednesday, February 24, 2010
So, I haven't blogged in a little while, and there's a very happy reason for this: I got to see my husband! That's right, folks, Dr. Twitchy got to spend four glorious days with her hunky husband, the Most Reverend Dr. Twitchy. How lovely.
Unfortunately, being with His Eminence was not lovely for the whole fitting-into-my-pants plan. No sirree, Bob. It was not good at all. By my (completely unrecorded) estimate, I probably consumed 12,000 calories over the time we were together. Yikes!
On the one hand, I am very blessed that after ten plus years of marriage, spending time with my man is a celebration. On the other hand, I need to learn to celebrate without, say, tacos. (We celebrated in some other ways, too, but this is a family-friendly blog.) And the scary thing is, I just kind of pulled "taco" out of the air, because I can't even remember what I ate when we were together. All I remember is thinking, "Probably I shouldn't eat that" (and eating it anyway) and thinking, "Probably I should stop after one serving" (and not stopping). So I totally ignored my diet to eat food that was so unmemorable that I can't remember it. (That last bit was your tautology for the day.)
So what have we learned here? First, we've learned that more of the x-rated celebrating and less of the g-rated celebrating will have to be part of my weekends with Hubby. Second, we've learned that husband=calories, so he will have to go. OK, I'm kidding. But I have learned that I need to be more mindful of what I'm doing. Third, we've learned that the inner voice saying "Put down the cookie" is actually my friend, and that friend may actually need to start slapping me if I don't start listening to her.
So, anyway, I'm back, and, unfortunately, there is slightly more of me to love. But not for long.