Oh man you guys. I am screwed. SCREWED!
Okay, first, I lost the baby weight! Yay! Go me! I was a half pound UNDER my goal weight Friday morning. I gloated about it all day, fretted about how to properly congratulate myself, should I do THIS or should I do THAT?
And then we left Jack with my parents that night because today is VALENTINE'S DAY and we don't need much of an excuse to cut our parenting duties 50% for a day. We planned to go to brunch in the morning and, when my folks dropped Jack off, maybe they'd stick around and we'd go out again. To do what, we didn't know, but it's not like we ever turn down the chance to LEAVE THE HOUSE.
So we packed up the Bumbo seat and our Dining Out cash and headed to brunch. Where I was confronted with every mouth watering pastry known to man and REFUSED THEM ALL. Homemade cinnamon rolls! Homemade coffee cakes! A mimosa in every flavor! Poached pears in maple syrup? NUTELLA CREPES, people. I went out to breakfast and had the opportunity to order NUTELLA CREPES and I DID NOT ORDER THEM.
That was rough.
I made it through, we came home, we putzed around, and, for the most part, I stayed out of the kitchen. I put in a little time on the treadmill. Was very responsible.
Of course, Phillip bought me a box o' chocolate and even though it was a SMALL box it was a QUALITY box and I do not have the kind of willpower necessary to toss a quality box of GIFT chocolate into the garbage. So I ate a few.
We honestly and truly did not have plans tonight, but my parents were here and planned to stay for a bit and WHY NOT. Phillip was dying for sushi, and because I have turned him down every time he's wanted to eat sushi for the past five months, I decided not to be a Sushi Ogre on Valentine's Day. Besides, at the conveyor belt sushi place they have plenty of things that aren't attached to giant globs of rice. Off we went for sushi, where I ate my weight in tempura vegetables, but come on, those are VEGETABLES.
But next door? NEXT DOOR? Was an amazing cake shop that I had heard many things about. Oh so many glorious and tasty things. It's Valentine's Day, I told myself. We should at least SHARE a slice of cake, don't you think?
AND WE DID. And OH MAN YOU GUYS.
There were several different kinds of Death By Chocolate types of cakes, but I let Phillip pick, knowing that even if he chose the vanillaest of vanilla cake I wouldn't be disappointed. He opted for the Chocolate Raspberry cake- layers of chocolate cake in between layers of sweetened cream and raspberries, the whole thing covered in a dark ganache. And it was? TO DIE FOR.
Phillip kept looking around to see if anyone was staring at me enjoying my cake, so enthusiastic were my MMMs. I knew I was gaining half a pound with every bite, but I was too caught up in my chocolate ecstasy to really care. I am serious, people. Quite possibly the most fantastic piece of cake I have ever put in my mouth. And I have put a LOT of cake in my mouth.
We bought a piece to bring to the pastry student sister. And it was rather difficult not to tear through the wrapping and eat it on the way home.
And so... that Monday weigh in is not looking so good. I've been feeling guilty and down and irritated with myself. I work hard and one teeny (all right, gargantuan) slice of cake can undo everything. But finally I decided: WHATEVER. I totally hit my goal weight, even if it didn't fall on Official Weigh In Monday. I can't help that it's VALENTINE'S DAY when you are practically REQUIRED TO EAT CHOCOLATE. And it's not like I can't take off my cake weight like I took off baby weight. And you know, I haven't done half bad for a day that was throwing tempting delciousness at me every five minutes. Right? RIGHT?
I have all these thoughts re: Jen's post about diet and Bob's advice to the Brown Team on Biggest Loser, but I'm tired and falling into a sugary cake coma. So I'll just use that as a note to self.
I'll see you Monday, where, even if have gained ten cake pounds, I will still be wearing my new jeans. And reliving my memory of the cake. OMG SO GOOD.