Yesterday I had three opportunities to make a piggy pie out of myself. I have a bag of peanut M&Ms stashed away, we had a nice big Costco cake last night at Scouts, and on the way home, my son got a Frosty with his kid's meal. He's allergic to ice cream and I nearly ate it for him, but I forebore. I'm trying to cut back on goodies -- not that I'm anywhere near up to Linda's bravery, but I'm making some strides along those lines. I felt really good about my choices (I mean, really -- I turned down a generous helping of Costco cake! That's a lot to be proud of!)
And yet this morning, when I woke up, I found that my entire sinus system had done the dance of the woojie wongie on me and I have a bad headache, a fever, and my nose is somewhat reminiscent of Niagara Falls.
Now, tell me -- isn't this so unfair? I can see waking up sick if I'd eaten the cake. I can see having the sniffles if I'd had the ice cream. Here I was a good girl, and I'm struck down in the bloom of my youth!
I'm told this is going around and that I'm not the only sufferer. You'll have to forgive me if that gives me cause to laugh a very evil laugh -- if I have to go through this, I won't go down alone! So I'm slurping down my orange juice and keeping my tissue handy. And may I just say, if the scale does not soon reward me for my goodness, I'm going to wonder what was the point -- maybe I should have just eaten the cake!