Star War's PJs Make Everything Better
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
The last several days or so have been a little crazy. I'm not actually sure what it is about it that has made it crazy, but my mouth seems to be out of control. My brain and mouth do not seem to be on the same bat channel. I have been eating all kinds of things that I usually just don't eat. I even made homemade blueberry pie (I do not make pies, nor do I like to eat them- just not my thing) with homemade vanilla ice cream (I don't even really eat ice cream, and I have never made it before). And then, to top it off, a neighbor brought by chocolate cake and well, you know the story. All I can say is "What the heck?!?".
I cook a lot. I bake a lot. I love to bake. There is something about taking a bunch of tasteless and seemingly unrelated ingredients and whipping them into fun and tasty creations. I love the science of it and diligently study America's Test Kitchen videos to understand why things work the way they do. It's therapeutic (and beats the crap out of coloring) and I often refer to my baking habit as my BT, or baking therapy. I'm not really tempted by the things that I bake so it is a pretty good outlet. I have rearranged my cupboards so that most everything I need is within arms' reach since baking while on crutches is hard. Normally I take the fruits of my labor to work or to physical therapy (I'm their star patient and not to mention out of network.....) but since I'm not working and was sidelined from physical therapy, there has been a surplus of baked goods in the house. I have started to notice that my husband now has a bit of tummy where he has never had one before. Uh-oh! Back the truck up, this is not good. Luckily for my husband's arteries and waistline, I got the go-ahead to start physical therapy yesterday (and they were ever so appreciative of the brownies) and will, if no major catastrophe arises, go back to work on Feb 3rd. The best part about going back to work on crutches, no, the ONLY thing good about going back to work on crutches, is that I will get upgraded to the nice parking lot (as opposed to the "Parking Lot O'Death ' that is very far away that I am currently assigned to) as I am temporarily sporting a Handicapped placard and that is the only lot that can accommodate it. Woohooo!
So, today it was all about keeping my pie hole shut. I would bolt it closed, too, but since my basic philosophy of life is to seek pleasure and avoid pain, that wasn't going to work for me. So I did the next best thing- went shopping. And I will argue that I earn exercise minutes for shopping on crutches- very hard work, especially while filling a shopping bag. But that's ok because my retail therapy was a success- I have successfully stayed on track today and will be sporting my new pink Star Wars pjs tonight. I can't wait to see my kids stop dead in their tracks when I model them this evening in the middle of their favorite TV show. You will probably hear the groan clear across the nation. Sometimes having teenagers can be really fun.