Warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies, to be exact. I had fully intended to work out tonight, a little WiiFit and a little Just Dance, but by the time I got both boys tucked into bed, I was tuckered out. Working out really does wake me up (which is further evidence that I *should* get up early in the morning to work out, but alas, I choose to not see the before side of 6:30am), but it's just so much easier to fit it in the afternoons or in the early evenings with a long, brisk walk. So because our day started so late, the boys went to bed late, and I still want to go to bed at a reasonable hour, the workout was nixed. And instead, I wanted cookies. The Pillsbury dough, baked until the edges are crisp and the middle is still so ooey-gooey cookies to go with a tall class of Homestead creamery milk. Here's the kicker: more than I want the cookies, I want to be thin(ner). I want to fit back into my size 8s, the ones that my husband hung in the closet to taunt me (if I knew html codes, I would have crossed out the taunt and put it motivate). So I had a small glass of lowfat chocolate milk instead.
An okay balance, right?
3 comments:
Blogging is never as good as cookies, but I know what you mean. I ate horribly this weekend (Hello, Allsports wings!) but will get back on track this week. It’s so much easier for me to eat better at work than at home. I blame Jason and his constant desire for restaurant food.
I know! We do pretty well when we can plan and shop on the weekend and get ready for the rest of the week. Our kitchen is so cold right now and it sucks to be in there to cook or clean, so going out or picking something up is much easier on the time, but much harder on the waistline and wallet.
I know! We do pretty well when we can plan and shop on the weekend and get ready for the rest of the week. Our kitchen is so cold right now and it sucks to be in there to cook or clean, so going out or picking something up is much easier on the time, but much harder on the waistline and wallet.
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