So before we get to the topic at hand, a quick update: two weeks in and I'm down 7 pounds. Now even I know better. That is too damn fast. I know why: kayaking, 10K, and 30 mile bike ride all in one week. Of course I'm losing weight. I've also been living by some pretty strict Weight Watchers guidelines (on-line, because meetings are a tool of the devil.) But life is not this kind. I'm quite sure my body and metabolism are secretly prepping a rebellion, and I expect it to launch at any moment. But otherwise, I'm happy enough that I've been foolishly letting my guard down on the weekends a bit. Lunch at Vallejo's, dinner at Tuli Bistro...the very kind of thing that can throw you off your game.
Friday saw me visit some dear friends for a wine and cheese hour...or rather, a wine, cheese, crostini and grilled shrimp multi hour feast. It was good. Hell it was great! No measuring cups! I want to type that I tried to show some restraint, but that would just be a great big lie. Thus, the coming rebellion.
That night Tom was working late for a private function at the museum. He came home with cake pops. You've seen them, those little round bites of cake that Starbucks sells for...well I don't know how much, but I'm sure it's too much. The organizer of the event insisted that he take some home with him. He actually tried to decline, using me and my current situation as his excuse, but to no avail. So he was sent home with a total of four, two with chocolate frosting, two with a white frosting of some sort.
I've always thought these things were a waste of a perfectly good cardboard stick. I have never in my life wanted a "bite" of cake. Why would I go to the trouble of moving my jaws up and down for soemthing that would be over so quickly. Cake should be eaten in wedges, at the very least, if not slabs. But given that we were trying to show some restraint, the portions seemed acceptable.
The chocolate frosted one went on Friday night. It was...a bite of cake. No big whoop. I did manage to drag it out into several little teeny tiny bites. That helped, I guess.
Then tonight we had the white frosted ones. Turned out to be red velvet cake. It was soooo moist, and soooo good. Again, I managed little nibbles, which made the whole thing last just a little bit longer than it should have. Amen!
Now I'm not saying I'm completely convinced, and I'm definitely not ready to blow $X.XX on the Starbucks version...but...that one little pop, may have just made a believer out of me. Fortunately, they're gone now. The weekend is over, so we're back to living by the law. Hopefully I will be able to absorb the rebellion when it reaches my shore (Friday.) We shall see...we shall see.
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