I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If you've been following this blog for any small amount of time, you know just how much I suck at updating it.
It is amazing to me that I was once able to bang out, not one, but THREE columns a week, AND that I did one of those columns THREE TIMES per week.
I guess it's different when you're getting paid for it.
So, this time I actually have a pretty decent excuse, or set of excuses, if you will, for not updating. But, before we get to the whining, let's talk about the All You Can Eat Diet.
When last we spoke, I was embarking on Fowl and Tomatoes Day. I did great on Fowl and Tomatoes Day. I could eat Fowl and Tomatoes for the rest of my life. With some cheese and chocolate thrown in every once in a while.
The day after that was Fowl and Veggies and this is where things start to get a little hinky.
See, F&V Day was also the day of the PTO's big major fundraiser at my daughter's school. I was on the planning committee for it this year, and was volunteering during the event as well. What that translated to was some cold cut turkey and lettuce for dinner and a couple bites of cupcake. And then, going out with the rest of the committee after the event for some food and some drinks.
The next day was supposed to be Miracle Soup Day, but I had forgotten to purchase the ingredients for the Miracle Soup, and you know what? I screwed it all up with French onion soup and chocolate cake shots the night before anyway. Whatevs.
So, all told, I lost seven pounds, without actually finishing the diet the right way.
My final word on this one? I think it's an awesome post-vacation diet. For example, "OMG I ate my face off last week in Vegas. Lemme do that All You Can Eat Diet to get myself back where I was."
I don't think it's something I'd like to do several times a year, but mostly because I am really not a fan of the whole yo-yo thing. I don't want to go up ten pounds, diet for a week and be back down ten pounds. I want to just stick to about the same weight.
When I figure out how to do that, I'll let y'all know.
In the meantime, now you get to hear all about my fabulous week. Strap yourself in.
The week started out great. The stress from the PTO fundraiser was behind me (mostly. I still have to go pull signs down from around town.), I had spent a couple hours out with the girls and was looking forward to fun goings on in the week ahead.
Wednesday was The Princess' birthday, and Friday was her birthday party. Saturday I was set to go to a bridal shower for a cousin, followed by cheese and chocolate fondue with one of my besties. It was supposed to be an awesome week.
But, on Wednesday, the Princess fell and broke her wrist at 7am. I woke up with an itchy rash all over my face. By Thursday, my itchy rash had spread to include enough of my body that I went straight to the doctor after dropping the Princess off at school.
I had to get a shot. In my rear end. From the cute male nurse.
But, just in case that wasn't mortifying enough... On Friday night, at the birthday party, I was recreating those chocolate cake shots from last week. BAD MOVE.
The good news about that, though, is that I wasn't itchy, at least.
On Saturday, I had rashiness by my eye, so no contact lenses, and behind my ear, so no glasses. So I couldn't see to go to my cousin's shower.
AND the final insult. My husband ended up having work every night, which meant I had to cancel Fun with Fondue. Curses.
So I'm sure you can imagine that the blog wasn't uppermost in my mind this week. Although, I did think of y'all when I was being injected with steroids and antihistamines. The thought was "Oh thank goodness I just lost some weight, before I had to drop trou in front of this guy. Can't wait to blog about this one."
Now, friends and neighbors, I am off to the end of the year party at the Princess' first grade class. I will try not to scratch myself to death, and I will endeavor to not eat an entire pizza pie on my own.
What's going on in your world today?