Sticking fingers in my ears -- neah neah neah . . .
I couldn't help it -- this picture really cracked me up. But it only sort of goes with this blog post, so . . . pretend, okay?
Scouts was pretty wild this last week, with two new boys and different personalities clashing. Afterwards I made pizza and put a bit too much cheese on it, which I know I shouldn't have done, but I did it anyway because I was feeling a) sorry for myself and b) stupid and I woke up the next morning with the sniffles. It has sapped all my brain power and I haven't been capable of coherent thought ever since. What's worse is that I haven't been able to write a decent blog for Families.com since then, either, so I'm a day and a half behind. (Yikes!)
I do have a point here . . .
Taking care of our bodies isn't just good for us physically, it's good for us mentally as well. If I want to stay in top writing condition, I need to avoid the temptation of cheese. (Here would be where I stick my fingers in my ears.) I love cheese. Cheese is delicious. But cheese is not my friend. Cheese does not love me, despite my feelings of devotion toward it. Food never can love you back -- it's very selfish that way.
So, if I want to write my best, I need to limit the cheese. Hey, I'm getting off chocolate (did y'all see my ticker? We're sneaking up on three weeks! Bwaaahaaahaa!)
Now, back to what I was doing, which was putting my kids to bed, which I'm procrastinating because it's a dreadful process, but I sure do like the results . . .