Allow me to set the stage from last night. I'd had a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Monday in every aspect. I had slept poorly the night before and had started the morning with a very disappointing moment on the scale (my first gain). The weather outside was abysmal - heavy rain and wind advisory. So, I made the decision to skip the gym and just relax, an effort to refresh my mind and body in the hopes of a better Tuesday.
I did a good job with my diet (in spite of so many setbacks). Say what you will, but I really like the NS food. The food is never a challenge for me. Heck, most of it is better than anything I could/would prepare on my own! I had a tasty dinner, prepped my healthy lunch for the next day, and prepared to settle into bed for the night. I had decided that I would finish an otherwise blah day with one of my favorite desserts - the chocolate chip pudding. I excitedly mixed it up and walked to the fridge to let it set for a little while. I opened the refrigerator door and....
The bowl of pudding mix slipped out of my hand and ricocheted down almost every shelf. If not for the brown color, I am not exaggerating when I say it looked like a crime scene in my fridge. There was chocolate pudding everywhere. So, instead of curling up in my bed with a bowl of pudding, at 9 o'clock last night, I was on my hands and knees cleaning my fridge and floor, pulling condiment and salad dressing bottles off the door to rinse them in the sink.
Oh, it was heartbreaking, let me tell you. I think I even heard the fat free cool whip gasp in horror when it happened. While the messy clean up was certainly frustrating, I was more upset that it was my last pudding mix. I will never taste that pudding again. It will never be united in flavor with the cool whip. My dear fudge brownie - you were indeed chocolatey and delicious, but regrettably, you were merely a consolation prize last night.
Okay Tuesday, just what do you have in store for me?
(One day, I might just have to recount my Mac 'n Cheese disaster.)