I’m chubby or as my nephew once told me…I’m fluffy.
The point of me telling you this is that I’ve been trying to lose weight and get in shape. I’ve been doing a pretty good job and have gone down a couple of dress sizes over the past two months.
But over the past few weeks, I’ve fallen off the wagon. There have been a bunch of dinners and events to go to and then I was at the RWA national conference last week. (That was the ultimate diet buster. There was chocolate and wine…and chocolate. You get the idea.) So, over the past few days it’s been my goal to start eating right and get back to my exercise routine.
Yeah, right.
I was fighting with a scene in my work in progress, dealing with family issues, thinking about a conference I’m going to tomorrow and Tuesday and stressed because I have to pack because I’m going away on Friday. Add to that fighting kids, barking dogs and too little sleep and I cracked. I was in the grocery store and I caved. You know what happened to me today?
Nutella happened.
If you know Nutella, you know what I’m talking about. If you have not yet made Nutella’s acquaintance, I suggest you do. It is female Nirvana. Chocolate heaven. Once, I called it “sex in a jar.” No lie.
I bought the Nutella and when I got home I made a beeline for the silverware drawer.
That’s right…I didn’t need anything else. It was me, the Nutella and a spoon.
I’ll diet tomorrow.
I shouldn’t be bragging about the transgression, but let’s face it, we all have tough days and sometimes we need to indulge in something we shouldn’t to feel better. For me, that meant a couple of spoonfuls of chocolate and hazelnut perfection. I sank into the bliss of it all, then I closed the jar and went back and tackled the problems.
I’ll get to the gym sometime tomorrow and I’ve already promised myself I’d pack healthy snacks for my conference. There will be no Nutella in the computer case.
Even though I might be tempted.
