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Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Friday, March 8, 2013

Girl Scout Cookie Smackdown

There are few things I am certain of in life.

One is that, come March, it's Girl Scout cookie time. 

And that means two things: Thin Mints & Samoas, the latter being my favorite.

My Husband ordered two boxes at work this year: His Tagalongs and My Samoas. I got my Thin Mints from a neighbor.

But, it's a downward spiral from there.

Here's a lil' peek into our conversation yesterday in the kitchen: 


(Disclaimer: Children under 14 might need to stop reading at this point. Mature content to follow.)

Picture the Hubs. Standing in the kitchen. Just finishing lunch. Eating the last of the thin mints I'd used so much self-conrol with. (Take note: I was waiting to use my calorie-frenzy on the Samoas that had yet to arrive.)


Hubs: "I still haven't gotten the Tagalongs from work yet." (pause...nom, nom...casually biting into his Thin Mint


And then he dropped a bomb on me. 

"I made the mistake of opening the Samoas yesterday at my desk. (laughing to himself) Everyone who came to see me grabbed a few and before I knew it they were gone!" (again, with the laughing)

Ain't nobody laughin' over here Captain Spock.

The rest of the conversation was a blur. 

I think I even blacked out at some point. 

And as for my wonderful, precious, awesome Husband?

Oh, He knows better now then to ever mess with my Samoas. 

And, just so you know?

I had myself a brand new box of my annual indulgence by the end of the day. 


PS. I did tell my husband I wanted the names and addresses of each coward that stole from my original box. Justice will be served. 


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Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Slow Down Sista

I overdid it this past week. I was own my own again with the kids. I felt okay, so I put the crutches aside and did my thang.

And now, I can hardly walk.

Sooooo, back on crutches. And it's killing me! I am losing whatever physical fitness I had by not being able to workout each day. My mom snapped a picture of me sitting by the pool, holding my crutches and eating. There's nothing worse than a fat picture of yourself sitting in a filled-out chair and stuffing your face. It's like adding insult to injury. So, while Mom handed me the camera to snap one of her with the baby, I deleted them. I can not have those bad boys posted on Facebook. Yikes.

That being said, I recognize there is something I can do since I can't exercise. Eating like there is about to be a worldwide rationing of food, though, is not that thing. So, I am going to change some areas of my life that I can control, like increasing my fruit and veggie intake and eating less process foods.

I started by joining an organic co-op. I picked up the box of healthy goodness last Thursday. There were five Peruvian bananas (from Peru...Does that make me a banana snob?), four Valencia oranges, cherries, blueberries, four white peaches, collard greens, two Mexican tomatoes of some kind, two zucchini, summer onions, carrots with edible greens, basil, and kohlrabi.

It was yummy, but there wasn't enough fruit to last us three days in our house, which meant another big expensive order or a trip to the grocery store. Lance and I took an hour to cut everything up. It was quite time consuming. Call me lazy, but I hate chopping, dicing, washing, slicing, and peeling produce. I'm one of those people who buy the produce whole to save money, only to "rediscover" it again a few days after it has expired substantially.

It's a vicious cycle. One I must break.

So, no organic co-op for me. Too expensive for too little food. I guess I will try the Farmer's Market next week. Maybe I can find some local produce that I can buy in large quantities and not have to break the bank. Take a gander at the pic I snapped for you guys after I picked up from the co-op this week. Guess you can say I still have some bad habits to break...






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