Our first PTA meeting of the year was last night, and aside from cheering my husband on in his duties, and signing up to chair some events (because I have ohsomuch time on my hands), and laughing it up with the principal for 2 hours, I also didn’t eat any cookies. No really, I, cookie junkie extraordinaire, did not eat a single bite. And you guys, it killed me. Nearly killed me dead. On most days, I would trade my children for a gooey fresh baked cookie or brownie, or a cupcake, or anything with frosting. Yet the platters upon platters of cookies that were certainly calling my name, remained untouched—by me anyway.
Hub was kind of put off by my reasoning. I have been tracking my food and calories and trying really hard to stay around 1500 a day to kind of set a baseline. I’m being conscious of what I’m eating. And after we ate dinner last night, chicken Kiev over white rice, by my (or my handy Blackberry app’s) calculations, I was at 1529. Over. And I worked out yesterday morning, so I felt like I was still in the “win” category for the day. And so there were no cookies. Hub is the kind of guy who thinks everything is a gimmick, so surely tracking my calories is just that. He was good though, and did not eat any cookies while I was sitting next to him at the table, but waited until I was up and walking around to eat a million of them.
I was starving when we got home at nearly 9PM, and I could have finished Liv’s Lunchable that was sitting on the table, but I didn’t. I put the kids to bed, watched Seinfeld, and went to bed myself. (Ok, I had a half glass of wine while watching TV thinking it would quell my scratchy throat.) It was probably better that I did got o bed though, because I woke up around midnight in a sweat, but shivering uncontrollably with muscle aches, and the glands in my neck were killing me. I was up on and off in a stupor through the night, and slept in until 6:30 this morning (skipping the gym). After a shower and some Advil, I feel pretty good today, though we’ll see what happens when it wears off.
The sleeping in caused me to have to make some choices this morning though, and I chose packing the kids’ lunches and a shower over packing my lunch bag, so after I dropped Liv off, I had no choice but the drive-thru. I did not get a donut or a buttery bagel, but an egg white flat bread instead. When a friend mentioned how GREAT we’ve done this week, so let’s order something greasy for lunch, I declined.
This is kind of epic. I never say no to cookies.