On Easter, Ricky and I woke up to lovely Easter baskets. (We have decided that Rick reeeeeeeeeeeallly wants grandkids.) This one is mine...
Ricky lost it and tore his open before I could take a picture of his too...
Then yesterday, we made a new friend! We haven't named her yet, (and honestly, we don't even know if it is a her, but that's what we are going with.) but we are debating. She is a four-foot long Colombian Red Tailed Boa Constrictor. I never really considered myself to be one of THOSE people who have snakes and whatnot, but she is really cool.
Today I was bad. In fact, I've just finished being bad.
I have been thinking about starting Diane Sanfilippo's 21-Day Sugar Detox. I have a hard time buying anything, so I was just going to give it a shot on my own using common sense. No sugar. No sugar alternatives. Nothing that turns into sugar in your body relatively quickly. Obviously, no grains or dairy, but also no sugar, fruit, honey, agave, whathaveyou. I was doing well this morning. Honestly! I had coffee with coconut milk (I don't know how Ms. S. would feel about coconut milk, but it isn't dairy and it's unsweetened, so I figured two teaspoons wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.), then an egg with onions, garlic, yellow bell pepper and a portabello mushroom for breakfast. I ate relatively late, so I had some pistachios as a snack then blackened chicken with avocado sauce for dinner. I was feeling hella cocky. I had almost made it through this day sugar-free!
Then 8 o'clock hit. It was incredible. I was walking to the refrigerator saying to myself, "Don't do this! You will not feel good about yourself after!" but did I stop walking? Not even a little bit. I think took two cake bites out of the refrigerator and enjoyed them thoroughly.
So. I fell off the wagon.
What should I have done then? I SHOULD have gone upstairs and brushed my teeth to get the taste of sugar out of my mouth, then had a huge glass of water.
Did I do that?
No.
I did not.
In fact, I did something worse. I went to the refrigerator again (damn you!) and pushed aside the bell peppers, carrots, broccoli and eggs to get to Rick's cottage cheese. Now this cottage cheese is not only NOT made from organic whole milk, it is also pasteurized. I'm sure it is full of hormones and steroids and all those bad things that grain-fed cows eat or are injected with. I then went to the pantry and pulled out Rick's unopened bag of Sour Cream and Onion Lay's potato chips. I then brought them both out to the living room, without premeasuring them to maintain portion size and ate both out of the packages they came in.
Baby did a bad, bad thing.
And you know what? I feel a little bad. I should have been better.
But I know that tomorrow I WILL be better.
Because now, when I'm bad, I confess on the internet.
Today Big Rick came home after taking off for a couple days. He brought home a chair:
And brought home some major excitement about buying a house on the beach. It is pretty destroyed but super structurally sound. We are going inside on Monday, so I will post photos then. It is an incredibly exciting prospect, and Rick is very happy about it. His new plan is to buy the place on the beach, fix it up while living in the current house, move into the beach house, fix up this house and sell it, and then buy land in the country where Ricky and I will have a separate house to ourselves.
Update: The house is no longer for sale. We are reverting back to the old plan, which is also my favorite plan!
