The trouble with the "day before grocery day" is that there just isn't alot of good food choices left in the pantry, fridge and freezer. Thanks to the very efficient eating abilities of my four offspring.
So instead of a healthy breakfast of maybe fruit, granola, really good whole wheat bread from Fresh and Easy, there was a box of pop-tarts. Although the kids can eat them on their way out the door or even take them with them, I try to avoid them at all costs.
But there they were this morning, teasing me, taunting me. And without even thinking about it, I whipped out a package and popped them into the toaster! My mouth was watering as I awaited their popping. Warm, oozy strawberry filling in a crunchy toasted crust. I had my glass of milk ready at the waiting. One for me, one for Isabelle. I practically inhaled mine while Isabelle broke hers into several pieces and nibbled here and there. What was she thinking?!
She got up to go brush her teeth leaving an almost whole broke apart pop-tart.
"Are you done?" I called to her.
"Yes", was her reply.
What else could I do but to finish it off for her. Waste not want not.
Well, I can now tell you what I SHOULD have done, feed it to the dog. My stomache is not pleased, not pleased at all. It's not used to pop-tarts, let alone one and most of another one. AND, to make matters worse, I've gained four pounds in the last month after having been the same weight for an entire year. AN ENTIRE YEAR!!
I wake up every day vowing to rectify the situation. And every day I eat something dumb, today it was pop-tarts, tomorrow it will be something else. I used to be able to get away with it, but THOSE DAYS ARE OVER!!
Getting older is not all it's cracked up to be, although I've never heard anyone with a convincing argument that getting older is phenominal.
So, what else is there to do but wait for the stomache flu to hit my house. I'd like to see those four pounds survive that!
1 comment:
Unfortunately I learned back in Weight Watchers classes that Poptarts are evilly loaded with calories. It seems so small and innocent, and I love them, always have, but I cannot eat just one. They come packaged by twos for a reason. They know once you eat one you'll want another... My stomach doesn't argue either, but the scale sure does SCREAM at me later! I'm surprised your kids had let them survive to be one of the last-eaten food items. My kids devour them within a day or two of purchase. I try not to even buy them though, too much temptation.
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