Okay, gang; countdown to ecstasy!
In an effort to not have to deal with "my hair" while I'm off in NYC for 3 1/2 days, I am waiting until the absolute last minute before I wash it, curl it, etc., etc. -- that "absolute last minute" being tomorrow. You can only imagine how gorgeous I look right now as I type this. But the good news is that about ten days ago, in an effort to look as svelte as humanly possible over the holiday, I stopped drinking gallons of ALE!!!! And guess what??? The pounds just melted away!! ha ha
Actually, I only wanted to lose 5 pounds because my clothes were getting tight on me. I hate that feeling. But I'd gotten into this weird habit after I got back from England: drinking copious pints of ale (any English ale I could possibly find around here and that wasn't much -- in the variety-department, that is), and eating bag after bag after bag of taco-flavored Doritos while watching a ton of Masterpiece Mysteries that I'd DVR'd on PBS while I was away.
Then one day, as I was dressing for yet another meeting, I discovered my skirt had gotten a little tight. I blurted out to my housemate: "Oh no! My clothes don't fit!! I guess I'm going to have to stop drinking all that ale and eating all those bags of chips! "
He said, rather cheerily: "Ya think??!!"
But, oh well. It worked. Those pounds came off and now everything I was hoping to wear at the holiday fits perfectly. And, as luck would have it, I will be spending the entire 3 1/2 days of the holiday with people who abstain from drinking alcohol for various health reasons, so I will likely stay svelte the entire time! Yippee ki yi yay! Long live my irrepressible vanity!!
However, that said... Saturday afternoon, I stumbled into the grocery store to do the shopping. I was exhausted, hungry, hot, and really, really thirsty, too, and in my exhaustion, I thought: "You know, rather than go back home and do yoga to relax, maybe I'll just see if I can find one can of ale..."
So I perused the ale section at the grocery store, and they have a pretty large selection of local pale ales (by local, I mean America, not Ohio). And they are all standing there in bottles, in neat little rows, looking frosty cold. Well, I wanted an English ale, but none of those were being offered in individual bottles. Then I spied one lone brand that was a special brown ale for autumn. So I grabbed it up. (I don't like pale ales, I like darker ales. So I got excited.) Then, I thought, "Maybe I'll actually want 2 bottles -- but no more!!" So I grabbed two.
When I got to the checkout, though, the woman informs me that I can't buy them in separate bottles (!!), that they're part of a mix & match special and that I have to buy SIX and that they cost $9.99...Well, I didn't want 6 because then I would drink 6 (eventually -- not all at once). And I didn't want to pay $9.99 for the privilege of drinking too much. So I exhaustedly told her, "No thanks." Then I went to my car, grumbling unhappily that the Universe was apparently helping me stick to my plan of not drinking ale...
When I got home and unpacked my groceries, I grumbled unhappily to my housemate and told him the whole encounter with the checkout clerk.
He then said, rather cheerily: "Sounds like the Universe is helping you stick to your plan of not drinking ale!"
Well, that was a little uncanny, wasn't it, gang??? So I laughed at myself and got out of my grumbly mood.
And, as I said, there was a happy ending. I did all that yoga instead, and abstained from boozing, and everything fits perfectly again. Yay!
Meanwhile, it's Monday and I have a full schedule here today so I gotta get crackin'. I hope you have a terrific Monday wherever you are, gang, and I hope that if you're State-side, you are as psyched as I am about this short work-week and then the great holiday that kicks off the Christmas season!! Yay! Okay, see ya, gang! Thanks for visiting!
[Yep, happiness is right around the corner, gang!!]
Actually, I only wanted to lose 5 pounds because my clothes were getting tight on me. I hate that feeling. But I'd gotten into this weird habit after I got back from England: drinking copious pints of ale (any English ale I could possibly find around here and that wasn't much -- in the variety-department, that is), and eating bag after bag after bag of taco-flavored Doritos while watching a ton of Masterpiece Mysteries that I'd DVR'd on PBS while I was away.
Then one day, as I was dressing for yet another meeting, I discovered my skirt had gotten a little tight. I blurted out to my housemate: "Oh no! My clothes don't fit!! I guess I'm going to have to stop drinking all that ale and eating all those bags of chips! "
He said, rather cheerily: "Ya think??!!"
But, oh well. It worked. Those pounds came off and now everything I was hoping to wear at the holiday fits perfectly. And, as luck would have it, I will be spending the entire 3 1/2 days of the holiday with people who abstain from drinking alcohol for various health reasons, so I will likely stay svelte the entire time! Yippee ki yi yay! Long live my irrepressible vanity!!
However, that said... Saturday afternoon, I stumbled into the grocery store to do the shopping. I was exhausted, hungry, hot, and really, really thirsty, too, and in my exhaustion, I thought: "You know, rather than go back home and do yoga to relax, maybe I'll just see if I can find one can of ale..."
So I perused the ale section at the grocery store, and they have a pretty large selection of local pale ales (by local, I mean America, not Ohio). And they are all standing there in bottles, in neat little rows, looking frosty cold. Well, I wanted an English ale, but none of those were being offered in individual bottles. Then I spied one lone brand that was a special brown ale for autumn. So I grabbed it up. (I don't like pale ales, I like darker ales. So I got excited.) Then, I thought, "Maybe I'll actually want 2 bottles -- but no more!!" So I grabbed two.
When I got to the checkout, though, the woman informs me that I can't buy them in separate bottles (!!), that they're part of a mix & match special and that I have to buy SIX and that they cost $9.99...Well, I didn't want 6 because then I would drink 6 (eventually -- not all at once). And I didn't want to pay $9.99 for the privilege of drinking too much. So I exhaustedly told her, "No thanks." Then I went to my car, grumbling unhappily that the Universe was apparently helping me stick to my plan of not drinking ale...
When I got home and unpacked my groceries, I grumbled unhappily to my housemate and told him the whole encounter with the checkout clerk.
He then said, rather cheerily: "Sounds like the Universe is helping you stick to your plan of not drinking ale!"
Well, that was a little uncanny, wasn't it, gang??? So I laughed at myself and got out of my grumbly mood.
And, as I said, there was a happy ending. I did all that yoga instead, and abstained from boozing, and everything fits perfectly again. Yay!
Meanwhile, it's Monday and I have a full schedule here today so I gotta get crackin'. I hope you have a terrific Monday wherever you are, gang, and I hope that if you're State-side, you are as psyched as I am about this short work-week and then the great holiday that kicks off the Christmas season!! Yay! Okay, see ya, gang! Thanks for visiting!
[Yep, happiness is right around the corner, gang!!]
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