Saturday, October 4, 2008

I fell. . .Now, Can I Get Up?

Thump. Did you hear that? It was me officially falling off the wagon. . .It started Thursday night at the stroke support group. (Thank you to everyone who offered words of encouragement to our group regarding your blogging experiences!!! I thought we had a really great group.) We had delicious, wonderful white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies. . .

Yesterday after the funeral, Aunt Sherry had us all back to her house for a meal. You don't tell Aunt Sherry no. You just don't. I've seen her make 6'5", 250 pound men change their minds. . .effortlessly. (He was her son, but. . .trust me on this.) Like all good Southern women, Aunt Sherry can cook. No, folks. She can COOK. Needless to say, it was wonderful, and my stomach wouldn't have allowed me to say no if I had wanted to.

Later, Kevin and I went on a date. We never go out. We met up with a very nice couple. (The young man works with Kevin.) We went out to Red Lobster. . .um, need I remind you they have shrimp and garlic butter biscuits? So, as of today, I'm officially back on the weight-loss wagon. We'll just have to see how much damage this did to the diet. . .

2 comments:

Lori Cordeiro said...

I heard it, LOL. I am jealous of the white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies though (just diagnosed with Type II Diabetes last June). I'm really glad you went out with Kevin and Red Lobster is one of my favorite places to eat! I don't think of it as DIE IT, I think of it as LIVE IT. Just my personal opinion because I am so grateful to be alive!

Wheelie said...

Here in northern England (UK), we don't have the variety of eat-out places you guys in the states seem to have.

Well, we do, but they cost a fortune. Assuming you can find them.

Me & my Bear (or should that be My Bear & I) are looking forward to the Christmas scene, so we're doing pickles of various kinds at the mo, and the expectation is great fun.