It's kind of funny how circumstances can totally step in and change both the best and worst laid plans out there.
For me, that was a reality this week, on both ends, a split skirt and a snowstorm.
The split skirt
As usual, I've been quite busy, so once again, the necessary activities of life take a back burner.
This week I ran out of pretty much all of my planned foods tracked here on SparkPeople that I was eating the week before, so it was time to go shopping and cook once again.
Simple stuff really, only for me, it's not really. Shopping in the middle of the night is fun stuff, because that's usually the only time I can do that kind of thing. Then add the cooking. By that time I'm bushed. Save the cooking for the day off right? My only day off this week. Sure. Only I'm out of food now and that's a little down the road yet.
The other day, I had enough of subsisting on my emergency stock ramen noodle soups and toast. I bought the soup for days I might be sick or something. I'm not sick now, just hungry.
I have the money for groceries, just not the time. So I was planning on making a middle of the night run for supper, meaning a quick stop to go and get a package of chicken wings and quesadillas -- not the epitome of healthy eating by any means -- just a quick something that didn't have to be cooked because it already was cooked.
Around here, there isn't much to chose from in the middle of the night. I hadn't had breakfast that day, only had lunch and that was about 10 hours before.
Not great planning on my part, but the reality of a busy person.
So how was my diet saved by a split skirt? Well, literally, minutes before leaving to go and get my chicken wings and quesadillas, I split my skirt big time. Of course this was a skirt already with a slit, so the slit was so big by the time I was done splitting it, decency was a thing of history.
Change of plans. Rotate the skirt so the split isn't in the back anymore and is on the side, and head for home with a quickness, no stops. There's one thing a person should never see, and that's a 400-plus pound girl with a skirt slit so high that London and France looked like it was coming out for a visit. Yes, I was appalled to find my underpants peaking through the slit while looking in a mirror. And my legs, yikes! Shapely, yes. Just not the shape most people think of when they think of shapely legs! Eeks!
Anyway, ramen noodles and toast one again. Soup: 190 calories. Bread: 80 calories per slice. Pat of butter: 35 calories per pat. Sodium: I don't want to know.
Calories at the end of the day, reasonable. Diet spared another day.
Next day, a snowstorm hits. Lovely. I used to love snow. But then again, that was back when I was about 5 and into making snowmen. Now, not so much. Shoveling and cleaning off the car, a pain in the butt, my back and my arthritic thumb. Who knew shoveling could cause thumb pain? I sure didn't.
Anyway, the plan was to finally go shopping yesterday. I knew the storm was coming but somehow, I had the delusion of thinking that I could somehow pull it off anyway.
Yep. I forgot how much a pain in the butt it is to drive in a snowstorm. Forget the grocery store. I drove straight home, moving about 20-25 miles per hour, much to the shagrin of the pickup truck that had the misfortune of being behind my car that has no snow tires, my car that has a tire that's been patched twice. Truly fabulous tires.
And while it was another night of ramen noodle soup and toast again, calorie count still reasonable, getting back on what I would consider a better diet has been thwarted by the weather.
Tonight, I'm hungry. I'm tired. Real shopping? Ha! Quesadillas and chicken wings are looking better by the moment. Heaven help me make a better choice! Must proceed with caution.