So we'll start with the first thing on my list:
Diet. Blech.
I have been off my plan for several months now. Money constraints and sheer lack of "I want to" decided to take up permanent residence in my house...well...my butt anyway. So far this year I have lost 50lbs. It has been an amazing journey, and now in my brilliance...I have decided at the beginning of the holiday season...to return to my eating plan. Lord help.
I start in the morning. So at present I am drinking every Soda and eating every Butterfinger I can find in the kids Halloween candy so that I can say that I truly lived before I went back on my Type A eating plan again.
So here is a sound RIP to all the Butterfinger bite size bars that formerly took up residence in my childrens Halloween buckets.
Which brings me to my second topic: Sodas
Now here is an indulgence that I love to hate. But in the same breath...I hate to love.
For those unschooled in the finer points of soda. The human body is stable at a pH of 7.5. A can of soda has a pH of 2.0. So everytime you drink one, your poor little body has to struggle to keep it's pH up or you will die...basically.
It takes 32oz. of water to combat the acidity of one 8oz can of soda in your body. And according to new research, sodas are more addictive than cigarettes. Oh hell. I'm screwed.
And for you diet drinkers..(you KNOW who you are!)..please go to Google..right now. Go ahead. I'll wait. Type in the word: Aspertame BAD BAD STUFF! You think you are doing yourself a favor by drinking that diet drink? You better think again.
Having said that. Aren't they good? Oh man. Some days I just long for a good icey coke from McDonald's. Even though I know that they are HORRIBLE for me...and sometimes I can break myself from them...live with the caffine withdrawl headache for a couple of days...drink nothing but water or the ocassional sweet tea...and then...THEN...I get a headache...a migraine to be exact. And sometimes that is the one thing that will make that headache subside. I cave. And then it's over with and I start drinking them again. (SIGH)
So here I am again with the eating plan starting tomorrow..and I'm trying to consume all the sodas in the house so that I won't be tempted to drink one tomorrow.
On to the mouse/mice. We have/had one. I'm really not sure which.
We knew our cat, Cinnamon, had been watching underneath the dishwasher for several days and wondered what in the world he was staring at. When we opened the knife drawer on Thursday...we needn't ask any longer. Mouse droppings. Everywhere. All in the knife drawer and in the pot cabiet below. Um...ew?
We took the bottom off of the dishwasher and Cinnamon sat there and stared and stared and watched and waited. Nothing.
Yesterday, we had a friend over and my brother and sister in law as well. In the middle of a conversation, my eyes got wide and I could have sworn I saw a tarantula run across my hallway. Then my logical mind kicked in and said "Jennifer, that could not possibly have been a taratntula. It was small and dark. It must have been that mouse."
Everyone stood up and went toward the dining room. Including Cinnamon.
At first..everyone kind of made me out to be a little crazy because *THEY* didn't see anything. Well in just a minute, after everyone had reclaimed their seats in the living room, we heard a crash.
Cinnamon had pounced. And missed. We all got back up again. Our friend brought Shane a stick...Cinnamon went one way...Shane came in the other way. And Cinnamon pounced again. Only this time..he ran away with the mouse in his mouth.
He was just a baby mouse and I don't think Cinnamon was going to eat him. He was more playing with him. Dropping him and catching him again but we couldn't let the mouse get back to the part of the house where the children are. Shane and my brother caught the little guy and poor Cinnamon was left searching the corner where he thought he left him. Oh well. Now we can only hope that he was alone..but he was awfully little...I am skeptical that he was by himself. I'm watching Cinnamon for signs that we have other "visitors" in the house.
So there was my weekend other than my parents being in town. I was glad for them to be here, but ready to be alone again.
I'm off to drown myself in soda as I sit among the ravaged Bite size Butterfinger wrappers...I declare myself well prepared to go back on my diet tomorrow...
