So, I thought I was in a pretty good routine here. Work and family during the week; blogging on the weekend. I'm sure some of you were waiting for my usual Saturday post with bated breath. (Not to be confused with "baited" breath which is something else entirely.)
Didn't notice? Okay, just humor me then. I have a good excuse.
I was in a food coma.
Despite my best efforts, I fell victim to one of the oldest diet traps in the book. I bet you've done it before too.
You know... the thing where you starve yourself during the day so you "save" the calories for some big event at night.
Yes, I knew better. Yes, I've told others not to do this same thing before. No, this is not an approved component of P90X. Yes, I did it anyway. (Don't judge me.)
If you need a visual, picture the episode of Laverne & Shirley where they raise the money for a fancy party by signing up for scientific deprivation studies. Laverne, no sleep. Shirley, no food.
By the time Shirley gets to the party, she is so hungry she could eat dirt. Her short haircut will make it easier for you to picture me in her place, diving down to the floor to shove a discarded cracker into my mouth with both hands.
Replace "cracker" with seven station buffet. And cake. And three glasses of Kendall Jackson chardonnay. Rinse. Repeat.
I'll be back to write a proper post once I get rid of this feeling like I've got sludge and gummy worms sojourning through my system.