Cookie Monster

In case you don't already know this about me, I love sweets.  I love them in the morning and in the afternoon.  I love them in the evening and underneath the moon (if you didn't start singing Skinny Marinky Dinky Dink in your head just now get lost).  But it's true.  I really love all types of sweets and I sort of wish I didn't.

I don't think the issue is that I enjoy sweets, lots of people do.  I think the issue is that I crave them... like all the time.  Lazy Saturdays are just better with some homemade chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk in hand.  And those stressful days at work, well it's nothing that a little cupcake can't take my mind off of for an hour or so.  Do you see how this is dangerous?  I mean it would be nice if I had different cravings and really loved fruit or something healthier... but I don't.

I'd like to blame part of this on my mother who started this infatuation of mine at a young age.  I mean look at me?  I've got Cookie Monster clothes for my formal Olan Mills photo.  Talk about commitment.  Not to mention that my mom also loves sweets, with most her dinners in college consisting of a pack of Reese's cups and a soda.  It's clear where I get it from.

Ugh.  I need to get this under control.  With our trip to Cancun less than 3 weeks away, I'm making changes (at least temporarily).  That's right, I've given up sweets from now until our trip- eek!  I genuinely hope I can go without but it's going to be hard.  Pathetic, I know, but at least I'm honest.

Wish me luck, I'm going to need it.

Midweek Confessions

Whenever I'm trying to get back on track with blogging it always feels like I ease into with a little Midweek Confession.  Clearly today is no exception.

I must confess...

-I had skinny dip today even though I wasn't in love with the flavors.  Don't get me wrong, Cookies-n-Cream is a good one but it isn't the best pairing with my favorite toppings.

-While our temporary roommate, Matt, was moving out today I sat on the couch and stalked people on Facebook.  Eventually I offered to help but it was half-hearted and he didn't take me up on my offer.

-I'm feeling even more anti-social this week than usual.

-I thought I might cry this morning when I woke up with arm pain from my tetanus shot.  I knew it would be bad (I'm still traumatized from the first one) but my arm feels like it's on fire, looks swollen, and I'm fairly certain my range of motion has decreased.

-I realize that overall this post is coming across as fairly negative, but I've not been in the best spirits lately.  Truth is, my Papa is really sick and I'm coming to terms with the fact that he isn't going to  get better.  It's hard to watch and hard to process.  I've been praying about it a lot and find such comfort in seeking God when I'm feeling sad.  Selfishly I'd love to have him around longer, but deep down I know he is going to a better place.  He's had a really great life surrounded by people who love him and I'm sure if he was asked he wouldn't have any complaints.  I love that man.