Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Return of the Healthy

Recently, I've discovered a sickness of mine.  I've had this sickness my whole life, but only in the last 4 or 5 years has it become a problem as my metabolism changed.  My sickness?  I love food.  Too much.  I feel a strong connection to Hurley, from Lost.  Yes, I know, I'm obsessed with that show.

I've been trying to convince myself that it won't be a problem if I can just make myself start exercising regularly.  So, for the last couple of weeks I've actually been doing really well with running every night.  But in the back of my mind, I know that running alone won't get me back to the type of healthy I want to be.

Last night, Skylar and I were watching Lost, of course, when one of the characters said the words "Strawberry" and "Shortcake" within a few minutes of each other.  Naturally, this made the cravings begin and we decided that after our runs, we would make a quick trip to the store to get the fixin's for such a dessert as lovely as this:

The runs took place, and after showering I asked the husband if he was REALLY sure he still wanted this.  He said yes, I threw all self control out the window, and we were on our way to Smith's.

Once there, however, we elected to go with something ready made, but still as delicious.  We chose something similar to this:

With a bit of this on top:

Too many sweets can really make you feel sick though, so we decided to balance it out with some saltiness in the form of this piece of heaven:

Accompanied, of course, by these:

Upon our return home, we enjoyed our fabulous snacks, feeling only slightly (physically) disgusting afterwards.  The emotionally/mentally disgusting feelings for me came later that night.  I marched into our room where the husband was sitting and what started out as a begging of Skylar, turned into a threatening of Skylar not to let me do this anymore.  He crossed his heart and hoped to die.  He would help me kick this damaging habit.

Today, I got home from class and found myself faced with the overwhelming temptation of gorging some more on what was left from last night.  After informing the husband of my temptations and being told by both him and his brother that they wouldn't eat it all today, I was dejected.  But then, just a short while later, a miracle happened.  This stud took care of it all, nearly by himself:

Yup, I have a pretty dang good Bro-In-Law.  Even though he's trying to get back into shape too, he sacrificed his health today for me.  So here's a shout out to the stud of the house today.  Thanks Tristan!

I'm determined to do this.  A return to healthiness.

1 comment:

  1. I am DYING to get this babe out so I can get my butt back in gear. Five babies in barely seven years has done a number on my bod. Not just my shape, but my health in general. Seems I've been on the back burner for years, but no more! I am hell bent on getting my strength, endurance, and flexibility back. Can't freakin wait.

    And why oh why did you just have to show a picture of strawberry shortcake??