Sundae bloody sundae
Friday night and its sundae night for me. So much for eating healthy.
I took the family out for some healthy burgers – home-made ones, not the stinky plastic things you get from that Olympic sponsor . But the burger joint happened to be across the way from an ice-cream shop. Resistance was futile. And resistance training was even further from my mind.
Ice-cream is not usually a weak point for me: savoury tempts me more. But tonight, I was weak. A scoop of the magic icy stuff, a blob of hot fudge and squirt of cream on top. Even my kids ate better – lemon sorbet.
I read on someone’s blog earlier in the week that you have to understand the difference between boredom and hunger. Well, I don’t even have the boredom excuse tonight. I think I just wanted to be bad.
Bad. Ha. Some people pierce their old fellas and ride a hog, I eat a choc-fudge sundae. So macho.
In penance, I am doing burpees. And just straight out burps, to tell the truth. Neither are pretty. But I’m not about pretty… just read my posting from earlier today.