It's Not My Fault, I Swear!

Hey, if it works for the kids, I should be able to use it once in a while. Let me explain...

I had brownies for breakfast. This is a horrible idea, starting the day with sugar overload. It's likely to lead to an entire day of feeling hungry and wanting to eat more and more crap. As it's only 8am, perhaps I can stop things and avoid that cycle. But it's not my fault, I swear!

You see, what happened is that yesterday, Shannon's softball team had an end-of-the-season party. I was late getting back to the Party Organizer, and I asked what we could bring. She said everything was pretty much taken care of, but that we could just bring a dessert. So, since I was at work yesterday morning while I was managing the task of calling Party Organizer, after I hung up I called husband at home and relayed the information that he needed to make a quick trip to the store and pick up some sort of dessert for say, 30 people.

I got home from work at 2:30pm, jumped in the shower, and was ready to go by 2:50pm. Ok, so it wasn't the best grooming job ever in that amount of time, but at least I was clean! We grabbed our chairs and the brownies husband had picked up at the store and headed out to the park where the party was being held. He got those grocery store bakery brownies, the kind in the 8x8 pan with the frosting on top? He got two pans, so when cut into 16 squares, 32 brownies. Good job, hubby.

Went to the party, ate pizza and chicken strips and chips and brownie bites (which someone else had brought), and I cut up our brownie offerings with the wrong end of a fork, since there were no knives. I'd say about half of them were eaten. We also had volleyball games, kids against the parents, in which everyone had fun. I even played. I learned that while my bumping technique is quite effective, I do need to work on my serve. Not that I ever play volleyball. Hey, I just realized why my forearms are sore right now. But, I digress.

As much as I've been bitching about the weather, it was actually nice yesterday, about 79 degrees. Even nicer if you were in the shade. Once the sun started to go down, it was wonderfully cool. I always know it's the right temperature when small and medium children with no body fat whatsoever start to complain of being cold. That's when I start feeling comfortable. Stupid children. Put a sweater on, and while you're at it, eat a brownie.

It was time to pack up and go home, and everyone was saying goodbye and gathering up their stuff. We had the equivalent of one pan of brownies left, if you put them both together. What I should have done is just tossed them in the garbage right there in the park. But I find it difficult to make myself throw away good food. Especially good food, like, you know...brownies. So we took the damnable things home with us.

When I went down to the kitchen this morning to get a drink (no, not that kind of drink, it's only 8am, for Pete's sake! Even I'm not that bad. I meant coffee, which in my case is Diet Coke, since I hate coffee), there they were, on the counter, mocking me. What was I supposed to do? They were just sitting there, looking delicious, calling my name. I caved and ate three or four of them. (Hey, they're small!) Now I'm sitting here feeling like a blob with no self-control. But it wasn't my fault, I swear! It's that time of the month! And...and...it's a holiday! There's no school today, so it's still kind of like the weekend, right? I'll be healthy tomorrow! I'll go to the grocery store today and buy whole-wheat bread and fruit and vegetables! It wasn't my fault!

Yeah, it doesn't sound any better when I say it than when the kids say it.