Day Four: Old Friends & Oreo Cookies

Today I am grateful for old friends. I went to my weekly aerobics class taught by my best friend from high school. (She was perky then and she's perky now - aerobics instructor is a perfect fit!) While she certainly doesn't baby us - why would she? After all, how am I supposed to get h-o-t HOT if I don't sweat? - but she makes it fun. Tonight we were throwing out old stories and great one liners, I'm sure, much to the non-amusement of my fellow workout mates. (Except maybe my sister since she was around for a lot of it.)

So I worked out, I spent quality time with my sister and my friend, and then I came home and ate a few Oreos. OK, maybe more than a few. So yes, so much for the workout. I'm a dunker, so it was Oreos and milk for me. I had skipped dinner though so maybe I'll still reap some kind of physical benfit from my workout. My husband did remark that I was looking slimmer these days. I certainly feel better. And don't get winded on my way up the three flights of stairs to my house . . .

OK, now I'm rambling . . .

Today I'm grateful for old friends, aerobics and Oreo cookies (and milk) and I consider myself lucky to have been able to enjoy all three in one short evening.

Here's a Thought . . .

CHOCOLATE IS FROM THE DEVIL!!!!

How else do you explain that it tastes soooooooo good, but makes me feel so guilty? (Same thing with sex, right? At least that's what my parents tried to teach me :)

Let me explain. It's just after two in the afternoon on Thursday and I've been a bad girl. Sunday night my husband made brownies. I proceeded to eat several bite size, chocolaty morsels on Monday by reminding myself that I had aerobics class that night and would simply work it all off then. Right.

So I went to aerobics, had a great workout and the guilt was over. Until Tuesday . . .

Tuesday I basically finished off the brownies, thereby completely nullifying my aerobic workout from the evening before. Still no harm, no foul - right?

Then came Halloween . . .

My boys brought home what amounted to a GINORMOUS bowl of candy - and I haven't been able to control myself. Reese's cups are my biggest weakness and I know of at least three, all right four, that I have consumed since yesterday. I don't want to go into detail about the other chocolate products I have ingested today, it will make you sick, but suffice it to say that I could work out every night for the rest of the week and I might, - might - have worked off all those extra calories by Monday's aerobic class.

And when I think of the poundage / inches I may have just added to my figure (sitting here blogging right now certainly isn't helping in my battle against the bulge) - you'd think I would ban all chocolate consumption and stop pilfering my kids' Halloween candy. You'd think so, wouldn't you . . .

I KNOW IT'S WRONG, BUT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!!!

Cheryl, please make a call to that Intervention show you watch . . . It may be my only hope.