Being the forgetful monkey I am, I was reminded of a baking party I was invited to on Monday.
The irony is pouring itself on a bit thick around here.
On Tuesday the Christmas train rolls into town and Bob wants to go and see it. I figured what the hell, maybe the Christmas Spirit will roll in with it and I won't have to hunt it down and shoot it like most years.
So Wednesday night is D-day for Weight Watchers.
With that in mind I have been watching what I eat. I have watched two cokes get poured, four cookies hit the hatch and some fries and gravy. Can't wait to see what Bob'll help me with when he gets up. I'm thinking breakfast of champions at our favourite restaurant. (When I did WW years ago I discovered very early on that our Saturday morning breakfasts used up all the days allotted points so unless I wanted to eat air for the rest of the day I had to stop. And we did. We go very rarely now but I'm thinking it's called for this weekend!)
The pop is going to kill me. Bob 'splits' things with me so even though I will pour two cokes, I'm not really drinking two. Still, I'm not sure what I am drinking but when Bob went to reach for the pop (I take lots of ice and drinks when we're shopping so when we get back to the car we can soothe the parched throats from shopping malls and their dry air to help force their patrons to buys drinks - ooooops, there's my conspiracy nut hanging) and it was empty - I turned to him and said, 'I'm not going to be counting those kind of points! You totally hooved (as in Hoover) that down.' To which I get 'It wasn't me Hoove!'
I'm just saying. Someone has to count those points!
I told Bob no chocolate or anything sweet for Christmas (I usually get sugar overload from people - seriously, quit buying the fat people on your list chocolates. We'll eat them but we'll be cursing you the whole time)
I would update you on my back but I'm dodging the Irony gods, the 'Ohnoyoudinit' gods and the Careful What You Wish for gods.
So on a completely different topic all together, those stick on heat pads are fantabulous! Except for the one that left a huge red mark on my skin. It did help me to place the new stick on though.
Enough jibber-jab, off to try and read. Oh look! It's 5am already? I'm thinking breakfast will be soon so maybe I should go and watch more bad TV.