Last night I actually accomplished a few things - (I totally did them with the TV blaring in the background.. but baby steps). I cleaned the front room, organized my giveaway/sell pile, did some laundry, organized my craft box (ridiculously excited about that one), was about to finish my taxes, but got into a snit with LD instead. Stupid snit too - over dinner - because he waited to long to go pick up our food (v. tasty and healthy chicken and rice) and the place was closed by the time he got there. So I blamed him, behaved like a butt and ended up eating a home made bean and cheese burrito while he enjoyed a delicious looking meal from the Bah Mai(sp?) food cart up the street. So shame on me, but he was still a buttnut.
Anyways, onto my guilty pleasure. Soda. I have an interesting relationship with my stomach, where it basically hates that I exist and would like to punish me for anything and everything I decide to feed it. Makes for a fun work day, let me tell ya! Most of the time I can satisfy it by not eating, and drinking only water - but sometimes it needs, no demands soda. It may be mental, but nothing makes me or my evil stomach happier than a delicious cold carbonated beverage. I know there are some who are shaking their heads in disgust, "She's trying to lose weight and she doesn't eat AND drinks SODA!!!???" and it's true I know it's not healthy, but most days it's the only way I can get through and 8 hour day at work. In my defense I have tried to stay away from the evil sodas with high fructose corn syrup and don't drink anything with artificial sweeteners (nope, no diet soda for me!) and I usually only buy organic, natural bevs for the house. But what I wouldn't give for a delicious Sunkist! However my guilt has finally stopped the pleasure from ruling my drink choice.
I stand by my first statement. Some guilty pleasures are a necessity. Therefore my soda indulgence is an excusable offense!
At least that's what I will keep telling myself...
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