Attack of the sweet tooth, again...

Ok, I know you're probably saying "so what's new?"  You all probably remember that I have a sweet tooth that is usually worse certain times most days of the month.  Well, it's taken me over again.  It's like crack (not that I know what crack is like first hand, but based on what people say).  

Nothing can satisfy my sweet tooth other than eating something sweet.  I'll think and feel "I need something sweet" and the thought never goes away until I get something sweet (even if it's something small).  Remember my bread and condensed milk adventure?  Well today it's wheat bread and nutella.  

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At first I wasn't feeling so bad about eating wheat bread and nutella because I read on the nutella container that with milk it's a "great healthy way to start the day."  I started feeling better about the whole thing....then I read that the first ingredient in it was sugar.  Yah, not so nutritious after all.  I should have known.  It tastes way too good to be good for me. Ha!  

So there you go!  For me, it's another day of Woman Conquered by her Sugar Craving.  And I'm sure there will be many more days like this to come.  It's one of my weaknesses that I will continue to try to work on although I know I will fail miserably, well actually happily because I get what I want--sweets!

Hope you ladies had a sweet day too :)

Mrs. K

Yet Another Confession

So today was a slightly more frustrating day at work than usual.   I mean I have the usual frustrating moments there but today was more so.  After I left work I was craving something unhealthy to eat to cheer me up.  Ok... don't judge.  I couldn't stop thinking about the Wendy's Natural cut fries.  Conveniently Wendy's is located close by where I work so I figure it would be a quick stop through the drive-thru.  

As I was eagerly making my way through the drive-thru (almost drooling, well I think I was drooling), an SUV jam-packed with teenagers cut me off.  They just skipped right in front of me!  I was so mad but I let it go and managed to calm down (and wipe my drool).  

I put my window down and heard them ordering 10 cheeseburgers and 10 small fries.  I could not believe it.  I got mad again and sped out of the drive thru lane and went home.  As I was driving home I was thinking that although I really wanted those fries I was glad those bratty teenagers (who probably had the munchies) cut me off.  I was thinking--wow, I was just spared I don't even know how many unhealthy calories.

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So I went home and did the Insanity workout video that I skipped this morning.  My husband asked me what we were doing for dinner.  So you know what I suggested right...Wendy's of course.  Not only did I get those yummy fries, I also got a Spicy Chicken Sandwich.  Instead of the small fries I had plan to order earlier,  I got the medium ones instead.  And they were so good!

Everything turned out okay after all. You see, everything does happen for a reason (although those fries probably had way more calories than I needed).  I don't do that too often but sometimes I choose to live a little :)

Mrs. K

Halloween: past, present and future

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Ok, so I'm 28 years old (almost 29) and I've never dressed up for Halloween.   This is somewhat of a big deal for me because this is the last year without kids that I will be able to dress up.  Meaning--no sexy Halloween costumes after this year.  Ok, I'm kidding.  I'm not sure why it was relevant for me to mention anything about children in this post.  I guess they have been on my mind more lately.


Anyway, Halloween is one of the first holidays of this season and everyone is talking about costumes, etc and I can't help but get excited.  At my job, my department is having an after-hours Halloween party where all attendants must wear a Halloween costume.  I have contemplated not going but I love parties and other social events so that's not an option.  I've also thought about being oppositional and just not wearing a costume (you know, show up as myself).  Then, I thought about what a great opportunity it would be for me to get dressed up "for real this time."


I say for real this time because I have a story to share.  Of course, it's embarrassing.  I seem to have a habit of sharing my embarrassing stories and confessions with you.  I guess I like torture.  So here it goes.

Each year there was a Halloween dance for 8th graders when I was in middle school.  That is if you had a costume.  So if you were wearing a costume you could skip classes all day (legally), go around to other classes to talk about your costume, and then go to the dance later.  All this was during school hours.  Of course I did not want to miss out.  There was one problem--my family!  We had never dressed up before and since they thought Halloween was "an evil"  holiday it made no sense to even ask about getting a costume for school.

So this is what I did.  I went to school on the day of the dance dressed in regular clothing but brought "my costume" in my book bag.  When I say costume, I mean a dress that I wore to a family friend's wedding 2 years before.  LOL.  I actually can't stop laughing as I'm writing this. 

When I got to school I changed into the dress.  It was a peach above-the-knee length dress with lots of frills.  I also put on my white shoes and white stockings.  I know, I can't even remember what I was thinking.  As crazy as this sounds, it got me into all the festivities which was exactly what I wanted.  I can't remember if I was embarrassed or not.  I do remember feeling a bit weird when we went around to the other classes and I had to tell what my costume was.  

The only thing I could think of was Cinderella (although I totally was not dressed like her--pre or post fairy godmother).  Now that I think about it, I should have said Tinkerbell especially given the length of my dress.  Anyway, I was the black Cinderella in a short dress for that day.  And the dance was a lot of fun--I don't regret it one bit!

I was reminded of this story as I contemplate whether to wear a costume or not.  I will let you know what I decide about that party and my real costume.  I'm sort of cheap (when it comes to certain things--especially one-use stuff) so I'm sure I won't buy anything.  Those sewing skills could really come in handy right now.  Too bad I don't have any yet :)


Mrs. K

Confession: I'm not a fan of fall

 I hear everyone around me chirping in excitement because it's fall. They are looking forward to the holidays: Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. I must admit that I'm a bit jealous because I don't share the same sentiment.

Now don't get me wrong. I love the fall foliage. And I don't mind wearing fall and winter clothing (especially the scarves and boots). I also love sipping on hot chocolate, chai latte or caramel apple cider (with extra whipped cream on top).



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Right now, I can't think about too much more that I like about this season. I don't like being cold and no matter how many layers I wear I can't get warm.  I've noticed that I'm less productive during these months.  The days are shorter which makes me feel like I don't have enough hours to do "stuff." 

I've noticed these feelings for a while now but kept them private because I didn't want to "pop anyone's bubble" around me. I mean I don't get depressed but I'm definitely not as chipper as I usually am in the spring or summer. I tend to start perking up after the holidays and the new year.

I wish I could just get under a nice warm blanket and hibernate until the first week of January. Of course I would like to take a nice warm cup of hot chocolate with me under the blanket with extra whipped cream (and have access to unlimited refills).  But, I can't so I've decided to make the best of it. I will join in the festivities while yearning for spring in my heart.

How about you?  What kind of mood does this time of year put you in?  If it's good, send some of it my way, please!  What time of year are you at your best?  What are you looking forward to most this fall/winter?  How do you stay productive when it's so cold that you can barely move?  Ok, so I live in the South so it doesn't get that cold for the average person but I'm not normal--below 78 degrees F is getting too cool for me!

Today, I'm linking my post to Ms. Baby Plan's Thoughtful Wednesdays.  Although my post is not necessarily thoughtful, these are my thoughts :)

Mrs. K

Shhh....Come closer I gotta tell you a secret.

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First you have to promise you wont tell a sole.  Do you promise?  Pinky swear? Ok then, I'll tell you.  Come closer I have to whisper. 

So here it is.  I have a wicked sweet tooth.  Yes, it is so ridiculous.  This is nothing new of course.  I've been this way since forever.  I'm writing about this because last night I was reminded of this.  I'm actually cracking up as I write about how ridiculous it is.

Alright, so my husband and I went to the gym last night.  After getting back I had the biggest sweets craving I've had in a long time.  Knowing that I love sweets and I have absolutely no self control I never buy sweets or junk food.  If you visit our home we almost never have any cookies, chips, ice cream, etc. 

I started rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator hoping and praying I would find something sweet but came up with nothing.  I was so disappointed but too lazy to go back out to get something.  I had to do something to satisfy my craving or I thought I was going to die, yes die!

This is what I did.  I'm so ashamed to say it but I have to confess.  While searching through the cabinets I came across can of sweet condensed milk.  I opened the can and you would never guess what I did next.  I got two slices of wheat bread (the only thing I could find) and spread some condensed milk on each slice like butter.  

I could not eat the first slice fast enough.  It was so good but by the time I got to the second slice reality hit me and I was like "what the heck am I eating?"  I started cracking up then proceeded to finish the second slice.  As crazy at it seemed I got the sugar fix I was looking for.  

I slept so well last night thanks to a can of condensed milk and two slices of wheat bread.

Mrs. K