I deserve it.
That’s what I said to myself yesterday: I deserve a treat.
It was a really full, intense day. I worked, and then took a big outing to Costco to buy this for my daughters:
Long story short: it came in 2 boxes, one of which weighed 198.41 pounds (yes, I checked). It took about 3 hours to put together, and then a further 1.5 hours to break down all the cardboard from the boxes. When my hubby got home work at 11pm, I was just finishing up. On top of all that, my 4 year-old had been hit by a fever, and had been miserable all afternoon and evening.
I was wiped. I deserved a treat.
But instead of a nice, hot bubblebath, or a backrub from hubby, I chose to eat NINE Voortman’s vanilla wafers. Okay, they’re trans-fat free, but it still added up to 420 calories, 21 g of fat (the non-partially-hydrogenated kind), and 36 g of sugar.
BLECH.
Some treat, eh?
So I guess what I’m deserving of, maybe, is being fat? NOT!
So this morning I treated myself again – with a beautiful, fresh, juicy and sweet mango, that I shared with my boiling-hot 4 year-old.
Much, much better!
Totally understand Kath. My husband, who is the worst co-dependent and bad eater can have, has just left town and instead of eating a nice light salad or some yummy soup I made the week before, I ordered a souvlaki on a pita and fries and settled in front of the tv to watch all of the shows I had pvr’d.
I TOTALLY know! Why can we not realize this BEFORE eating the wafers?? Ugh…a bucket of movie popocorn and a big pack of M&Ms later for me.