Wake-Up Call!

Okay...this is going to be a VERY humbling post. But, I'm going to lay it out there so I have witnesses. My post today was going to be about addiction. Mine. To chocolate chip cookie dough. You see, Evan was pretending it's his 4th birthday today so he wanted to make cookies. We made one pan, had to leave, and the rest of the dough has been in the fridge. And I can't keep out of it. So I was going to send a plea out for someone to come get this darn dough so I stop eating it. Then I went to the Young Men/Young Women combined activity tonight...broom hockey.

The leaders played against the winning youth team at the very end. I was excited to play. I love playing games that don't have balls flying towards you. And the chalkboard eraser for a puck was pretty harmless. So, I don't know what happened. Maybe it's been too long since I've been physical in that way. Maybe I'm not used to running and lunging and crouching in my tennis shoes. But I'm running and all of a sudden I take a nose dive to the floor. The kind where your knees hit first then the whole front of your body and your feet kick up behind your head. Ouch! The body and the ego were definitely hurting. But, I was proud of myself when I hopped back up and kept in the game. About a minute and a half later, I'm running around and PLOP, there I go again. Only harder this time. I'm bewildered. What's my problem?!?! Now I'm really in pain so I bail out of the game. Well, Evan has been hinting for the past couple of days about the baby in my tummy. In some ways I hope he has had a vision about this and is right so I have something to blame my unusually embarrassing klutziness on. Or maybe it's the nursing boobs. Too much forward weight. I don't know. In any case, I now have two bruised hands, two really hurting knees, whiplash and back pain. (This is not the greatest combination for my job where I have hours of typing to do tonight and I have to lift my leg up and down constantly.

So, I decided something. This was my time to lose some weight wake up call. If I'm not pregnant (oh, please, not yet!) then the only truly viable reason for my face plants is being overweight. Actually, you'd think that my bouffant bum would counteract the weight of the pregnant-looking belly, but clearly it didn't. So, what I'm getting to is that I didn't eat any of the treats at the end of the activity. I have absolutely no desire to get into the cookie dough anymore and I'm ready to get working on this. The only problem I can see here in losing weight is that the last two times I tried that, I got pregnant. And I'm not ready for that yet. So, if you don't see a shrinking Memory, be a friend. Make sure I haven't been sneaking cookie dough! I have to make sure I can fit into my slinky Latin ballroom dance costume, after all. No, wait. That was just a dream.