The truth about Easter candy
Monday, April 01, 2013
Most of our friends have kids. This is just a reality--I think many people will recognize that after you have children, your social circle changes gradually from being mostly made up of single people or couples without kids, to being mostly made up of friends who also forget what the inside of a bar looks like, or how being awake VOLUNTARILY on the other side of midnight feels. Not that we're not used to being awake at night--it's just not usually to do anything fun. No, it'smore likely to lie on the floor below a crib, with one hand awkwardly passed through the bars of said crib, pins and needles crippling aforementioned hand, to rub the back of a small individual who keeps lifting his small head to make sure that we're still there. That may have been how I spent two hours last night.
Anyway. So today is Easter Monday. Apparently, at my daycare's AGM last summer, some genius parent voted that the daycare should CLOSE on Easter Monday, in addition to Good Friday. Who, I ask you, outside of government workers, gets both days off work? Not I! And then the daycare neglected to tell the rest of us slacker parents who skipped the AGM (punishment?) until last Tuesday! Surprise! Good thing I had lots of vacation time left. So to entertain myself and the boys, I invited a sizable chunk of our social circle over for an extended brunch playdate today. Everyone arrived around 9:30 or so, and as each parent blustered in from the wind storm outside, pink-cheeked, multi-layered, and toddlers in tow, we were all making jokes about the urgent need for champagne and orange juice and how the calories consumed over Easter don't count.
I explained my theory about how, if you just consume all the chocolate and crap within a 24-hour period, somehow the body can't process it all and it just gets flushed out. That seems reasonable to me! And my friend Karen laughed and said that she had had that theory once too! And then she had described it to a dietician she knew, who shook her head and said "sorry, that's just not how it works." Come ON. That hardly seems fair. I really feel like we should get a "free" day in which we can just go to town on whatever we want!
Well, realistically, I know that doesn't happen. But instead of feeling defeated, I'm sort of excited. The "bad" bonanza of Easter chocolate is now behind me; we're going to have all the junk (except what we'll keep for the boys) out of the house so it won't tempt me; and we've got 68 days to Costa Rica. I have so many good things to look forward to! And I got a new exercise ball to use as my desk chair--I hope it's tall enough! I'll try sitting at it tomorrow--if it's not tall enough I'll go back to the Fitness Depot on Bermondsey (just a few blocks from here) and get the next size up.
I'm glad that Costa Rica is only 68 days away. It's so much more real now--a period of time that I can wrap my head around, instead of something as abstract as 100 days or more. 68 days is only slightly more than two months...it's just June...and now we're really in April...it's really coming! I do believe I can be virtuous for that short a period of time. And yet it's long enought to see some real results!
I'm relieved that Easter is over and wasn't as bad as it's been in past years, and I don't have to feel guilty about throwing out stuff because we didn't buy a whole bunch of candy in the first place. Baby steps.
Yay! Go team. Back on board!