It Happens

In case there are those out there who think this journey is going along smooth with no bumps or major issues short of negative thoughts...this post is for you!

I don't know how many of you listen to country music, but there is a song that is fairly current by Sugarland called "It Happens."

Well, it happened tonight.

I have been reaaaalllly wanting chocolate for about a week now. I think it all started when I saw a Barefoot Contessa episode where Ina made something called Brownie Pudding. I thought I was going to just keel over watching her spoon out this ooey-gooey choclate mess into bowls with ice cream. I brushed it off, but it kept coming back to haunt me. Today, the ugliness came to a head. I decided that one dessert like that is not going to hurt anything every now and again. We're about to start a vacation, and why not start a little early?

I mixed up the brownie pudding, Randall went and got ice cream and we both had a bowl. Then..we both had one more. As I neared the end of the second bowl, I got deja vu. Several months ago, we split a sundae and it made me so physically ill for over and hour after we got home, and that is when I swore off stuff like that. As my stomach churned, I remembered why. I didn't get sick, and after a little time, I physically felt better, but mentally, not so much. I was so mad that I gave into this. Am I never going to learn, even after all of these months?

I did find one sliver lining in this darn cloud. The "Oh what the heck" attitude I had over this was beginning to seep into my meal plans for our trip. You know..."Oh what the heck, its less than two days - just enjoy yourself and don't worry about the food so much." Well, let me tell you..that is not an option any longer - I will pay attention and make conscious choices when it comes to what goes in my body not only these last two days leading up to the trip, but during it as well, and I will feel so much better for doing it.

As I sat tonight pondering my stuipidty, I compounded it by looking up the nutritional values of what we ate, and it was comepletely appaling.

1,250 calories and 70 grams of fat in that mess we ate.

Of course, this did give me the idea that the next time I am grappling with a decision like this one, I will pull up the nutritional data before surrendering to it. Something tells me that I won't have to worry about moving forward with the plan at that point!

Thank goodness we will be walking a lot on Sunday and Monday. I see a lot of water and bike riding in my foreseeable future in the meantime. I already know I am going to feel like crap tomorrow to. Serves me right, though.

Like the song says:

Now it is poor me, why me, oh me
Boring the same old worn out blah, blah story
There is no good explanation for it at all

Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go laughing

Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is psssh it happens

Moving on.....