>Congratulations to Kristine and LouLu on winning a Sweaty Band from Sweat ‘N Style! I was going to give away one, but both of you new moms inspired me with how dedicated you are to squeezing in a good workout – so you each get one! I was never that good about getting back into shape after our girls were born, and you two are amazing! Such dedication earns you both the Perfectionista’s admiration and you definitely NEED a Sweaty Band to make you feel extra awesome during those “me times” I know you enjoy and will always appreciate! Email me your mailing address and I’ll get them to you asap! Congrats again – and keep up the fantastic work!
>Making coffee tops the list. I know, something as simple as making a pot of coffee. Its such a critical part of my day, and yet I depend on someone else to make it. This morning, I went to make a full pot for me and Janet (yes, we needed a whole pot) and disaster followed…
PS – thank you ladies for the time and listening. Love you!
>Was totally better than my original 80s – its much more fun as a (mostly) confident adult. Although dressing up DID bring up a little to much of the “Does this look ok? Are you sure? Can I get away with this?!?!” And you can see why…
>You think you’ve beaten that little addiction of yours, and you let yourself get close to it again?
A little spree, perhaps? Nobody’s perfect, right?
I missed it so much. It was one of those moments, I guess, where weakness got the better of me. Its been a long few months, and I’ve been pretty good. Not perfect, but pretty good. And there it was…right in my peripheral vision…I couldn’t help myself. I had to get reacquainted. I couldn’t let the opportunity pass.
So I did, but then I walked away. Phew! Safe, I thought. Damn, I am good!
…heh heh heh…
I saw it again. I smiled…I think my eyes even twinkled. UGH! But then another reprieve. OK, I’m good, I thought. That was enough.
Nope. It got worse. I couldn’t concentrate. I had to pull it together for a conference call. It was past lunchtime though, and I was getting hungry.
And one more time, for good measure, there it was. Looking most delicious. We did that awkward dance, my little addiction and I, and once again, I walked away. I did pick it up for a quick second. It felt like forever, but I put it down. It didn’t belong to me, but it felt really nice – even if just for a second.
So…I hopped in the car and cranked the radio. Exhausted from the mixed emotions of temptation, I kinda let it all out on the ride. Pulling it together, I stopped at Whole Foods for lunch. Sushi and some yogurt will cure this, I thought!
And then, on the way to the register, I found myself detouring through the wrong aisle. And there it was. I clearly had my addiction on the brain. I didn’t understand why, after two months, some soul searching, and what I thought were pretty solid conclusions, I couldn’t help myself. I mean, I and very lucky to have all the nutritious food I could ask for. Healthy, good for me…all that. And then, when I should be happy and content with all that I have, and I know I should be, there is this one thing I still want. There has got to be something amazing about it, because I seriously feel like I need it.
How I can I justify this guilty craving?
Who really cares? Honestly…
I gave in. I bought it. And now, I’m going to eat it.
>Its been too long. I’m in blog writing withdrawal as life has clearly gotten the better of be lately. However…that means I’ve been actually trying to enjoy what I can!
buying some new jewelry tools, rearranging the home
Saturday night, friends of ours – Nikki & Peter – invited us to their home for a sushi party! Nikki’s friend (who is married to Jason’s former boss’ son – small world!) is an amazing sushi chef, and was teaching her how to make it. It was some of the most amazing sushi I have ever eaten. Look at the group – what fun!