Food is frigging fuel!
Today was grocery shopping day. Today made me grumpy about food, mainly because there is hardly an aisle in the store that does not contain chocolate in some form or another. Sadly the family has to eat and I have to shop for them, and everywhere I go I have chocolate shoved under my nose! To top it off the super market had the chocolate gods, The Whittaker's, chocolate on special. Front and centre was the fruit and nut bar............sigh.
I can only imagine the looks I was getting as I gazed longingly at the display as I slowly pushed my shopping trolley past in true Bridget Jones fashion. I can only imagine those looks because my attention was riveted firmly on those bars that were calling my name. How I avoided mowing down old ladies and little children is somewhat of a minor miracle. Perhaps I should not be allowed in charge of a trolley until I am past this stage of my withdrawals.
I stood firm though and that is thanks to you my readers. I didn't want to let you all down. I am a third degree black belt for goodness sake, I need to have self discipline. I have many times pulled this statement out to save myself. Whether it be from chocolate or to drag my sorry butt out of bed and through my days. To get the livestock fed and to take care of my chores. Many times I have berated myself that I am a black belt, harden up and prove it. It almost always works without fail. Thank goodness for that little reminder to my psyche that I am made of sterner stuff than the Beast.
So thank you everyone for your support you saved me today when I might have faltered. Pulled me back from the metaphorical edge, albeit grumpily.
Today I hate my food more than ever! Especially after the torture of shopping and having a guest in the house, cooking yummy food for them while I ate the Master Puke offering. Food is fuel!!!!!
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