Let me say right off the bat that I have never bought a pint of ice cream. Ever. Not through the countless breakups, cheatings, pregnancy scares, best friend blowouts, grade angst, finals hells, general malaise, world tragedy or crazed pms-ing. Never have I ever bought a pint of ice cream with or without the express intent to consume it in one fell swoop with a spoon straight out of the container.
Tonight, after climbing the walls for an hour, I went out and bought a pint of chocolate Hagan-Daas. And I'm going to eat it tonight. Right out of the container. With a spoon until I can't spoon it anymore and then I'll take my fingers to it.
In addition to the ice cream planned consumption, I have also put the following into my body today:
1. Breakfast bar
2. Bag of Uncle Ben's brown rice, microwaved in bag
3. Nachos (chips/cheese only)
4. Buttered popcorn
5. Two, TWO cheesecake snack bars
Gee...that sounds just great, doesn't it? I start doing yoga and drop 27 lbs. I stop yoga and will, apparently, gain it back possibly today. Because the other thing I wanted to do tonight, in place of yoga, was go for a run. Thought "dude, I should go running." Until I remembered that the reason for no yoga is another good reason for no running. A girl needs her tendons in good working order for the running.
So here I sit, with Stephanie Meyer, smokes, some captain/diet, hagan-daas, and a Helena Bonham Carter movie. Really, it sounds all lovely and kind of like a perfect night. Except for no yoga. I could do it all guilt-free if I'd been able to do the yoga.
That's all I'm sayin'.