My sister called a couple of days ago. She caught me eating ice cream out of the carton. No, not one of those Ben & Jerry sized cartons. A Breyers, mint chocolate chip ice cream, 2 quart box. How much had I eaten by the time she stopped me mid-bite? I will never know. And that's why I do it that way (if I take time to put it in a bowl first, I will know exactly how much I have eaten).
I thought I would check my iTunes to see which song has the highest play count, to see if I could embarrass myself on my blog even more. Well, the song with the highest count is "Popcorn" by Raffi (You put the oil in the pot and you let it get hot. You put the popcorn in and you start to grin. Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle POP!) Yes, sometimes it is easier to just let them get their way than to fight them. And yes, sometimes I hear that song in my nightmares.
Anyway, sure enough, I didn't disappoint (on embarrassing myself, that is). My top played song? Breakaway, by Kelly Clarkson. And runners up? Two songs by J.T. (stands for just teasing?), one by John Mayer (I'm not embarrassed to say I like him. He's seriously great), and one by B.S. (too embarrassed to announce the name in full; her initials could stand for bull....) Growing up, my dad used to tell me I liked teenybopper music. Yep, that's me. Oh, and I'm not going to put these songs on my playlist on the side. You're welcome!
When I get in the car by myself, I turn my music way up and jam out (see aforementioned teenybopper music). Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) I'm not in the car by myself very often.
I daydream about eating out at restaurants. I mean every day. I think about what I would order at any particular restaurant in town. I currently have 5 restaurants on my mind that I have specific things I want to order...I have never been to 3 of the restaurants! But at least I don't obsess anymore. I used to obsess about eating out before I had Aidan. Then, when I couldn't eat ANY dairy products because he was allergic and I was nursing, I had to learn how to live without practically any food (and consequently be the lowest weight I had ever been since 9th grade). So thankfully, I guess, the obsession waned. But in its place is a frequent...hmmm, what word is slightly less emphatic than longing, but stronger than ho-hum? Just a daydream. A daydream I rarely fulfill. Perhaps that is because when I go out to eat, it only occasionally tastes as good as or better than I had imagined it in my head.
Okay, that's enough spilling my guts for now. Until next time...a bientôt, j'espère!
Thursday, May 15
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Ooooooooooh, I dream of eating out at restaurants, too! Sit-down ones. We went to Chili's last weekend and I thought I'd get my sit-down restaurant fix, but all it did was made me want MORE sit-down restaurants!
Britney Spears??? That's my guess.
So don't be embarrassed. I ate 8 white chocolate macadamia nut cookies in a row last week. I had to make more so Jake could have some.
This was a fun post to read:). I have some bad eating pleasures as well--Dillon is gone and last night I made a package of chocolate pudding and ate the whole thing!!! I totally like teeny-bopper music as well--I don't listen to much, but occasionally I'll hear one in a movie or something and think, "Wow, I really like this song!" I just don't like to sort through the crappy music these days on the radio to find the good stuff!
Erin you are too funny! So the food at restaurants always tastes as good as I imagined because I didn't have to cook it! I admit it, I don't cook because I love it, I cook because I have to! I wish I loved cooking, but it is just not one of those things for me!
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