I have no will power. I am weak and out of control. I need to keep temptation out of my sight and out of my home; otherwise, I completely let myself go....Over the last month I've gained 5 pounds. It started with the opera fundraiser when I baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies and ate 6 of them before they could make it out the door. Next it was the strawberry Hagen Daz ice cream that was on sale for half price--how could I resist? I thought I'd keep it in my freezer as a sort of test to see exactly how long I could go without eating it. The results were dismal:
Night 1 - Slowly eat 2 tablespoons of ice cream. Savour it as it melts deliciously in my mouth. Resolutely put the remaining ice cream back in freezer. Feel smug about self control.
Night 2 - Take 2 more tablespoons of ice cream. So yummy! Put container back in freezer. Think about how a couple more spoonfuls wouldn't hurt. Get out ice cream. Look at calorie and fat listings on container. Put ice cream back. Think about it some more. Pull ice cream out of freezer. Eat 2 tablespoons. Eat 2 more. Suddenly a mindless madness overcomes me and I can't stop. Eat the whole tub of ice cream, and feel fat.
My food intake is way up, but otherwise my life remains the same. Except that I now have a new kettle. The switch on the old one broke a few months ago, but I rigged it to work by sticking a dull but pointy knife in the hole where the switch had been, twisting the blade, and holding it in position by wedging the handle against a heavy mug to keep the kettle "on." I got overly ambitious, though, and decided to clean out the broken switch pieces, with negative results. The kettle was irredeemably broken.
Two things: Why do all kettles have to have switches on them? And why does no one fix small appliances anymore, meaning you have to send perfectly good kettles to the garbage when a simple fix would make them functional again?
My Dad, who has no time for old junk and always knows where to find bargains, took me to buy a new kettle. I insisted we go to Canadian Tire, even though he pointed out that kettles would be cheaper at Wal-Mart. I said I'd rather support a Canadian company than an evil American imperialist mega-corporation. All the kettles at Canadian Tire were expensive, though. We then tried Zeller's next door--still no steel kettles that I liked (I'm avoiding further poisoning myself with plastic kettles), and finally walked into Wal-Mart and found what I wanted, at a reasonable price. Obviously I have no true convictions.
This Christmas weekend has been weird as well. On Saturday I was dusting the den for the first time in 2 months when I dropped my Balinese wooden monster head and broke its nose. I pulled out the glue bottle to fix the nose, and discovered that the nozzle of the bottle was impenetrable with hardened glue. Grabbing that same pointed knife, I tried to pierce the hardened glue, but the knife slipped and I stabbed my finger! Blood spurted, and I had to employ first aid skills to stop the bleeding. Question: Why are bottles of glue made to clog up?
On Saturday night the only TV station I could tune in was playing The Sound of Music, which was my favourite movie of all time when I was a kid. This was actually the first time I'd watched it as an adult, and I didn't like it at all! I found Julie Andrews really irritating, the music trite and fluffy, and the acting contrived and dorky. The musical numbers made me cringe. Wow, how I've changed....This was an interesting revelation about how different our adult selves can become from our child selves. I suspect that some people never really make the transition. Are they better off for that? I prefer sophisticated cynicism myself.....
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