Friday, May 28, 2010
What a dip
I’m glad this week is wrapping up because I feel out of sorts.
I missed my Body Sculpt and Zumba classes on Wednesday night because I had to work overtime and then go to the Sprint store to deal with my broken phone. It was almost 8 p.m. by the time I made it home.
I push-mowed our half-acre last night after work to help make up for it, but I still feel off.
I hate a change in my routine. I really do try to be a go-with-the-flow kind of gal, but straying from my norm really drives me crazy sometimes.
I have serious issues.
And then there’s the dirty little secret I’ve been harboring: chips and salsa.
The other writers from work and I go to our favorite Mexican restaurant for lunch when we need to, uh, “brainstorm.” Yeah, that’s it.
I’m ashamed to tell you how many times we needed to brainstorm this week.
I do well when ordering, usually getting my chicken fajitas, no tortillas.
But it’s the chips and salsa that will be my undoing.
I can’t not eat them.
They sit there, with their golden perfection and kiss of salt, winking at me.
But I feel I may have overdone it this week. I predict disappointment come Monday on the scale.
And I know I’ll be thinking, “Well, duh! You ate 4 POUNDS OF CHIPS AND SALSA, DUMBASS!”
Ah well. Have a great weekend.
Check back Monday. I’ll be here, but it probably won’t be as early as usual. Let’s sleep in a little, shall we?