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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Negative Snack Karma

I don't know if you took advantage of today's free Starbucks giveaway (free pastry with beverage purchase), but I didn't.

Oh, I wanted to. Bad. Really bad. And it wasn't willpower that held me back... it was my negative snack karma.

It seems that whenever I cheat on my diet that something bad happens. Not bad as in plane crash or lightning strike -more like ...an inconvenience or annoyance.

Usually, it's something like my children catching me eat candy. Then, they beg for it, and it turns into a fight -"her piece is bigger than mine!" and someone gets pinched or bit (usually my son), and on and on and on.

Yesterday afternoon, it reached a new level.

I wanted an ice cream cone. So, we pulled into Chick-fil-a, bought three small Ice Dream Cones, intending to eat them on the way to the store.

Before we even pulled out of the parking lot, I hear a slight "uh-oh" from my daughter.

Me: "What happened?"

My son: "She spilled a little ice cream on her leg."

By this time, I'm on the road.

Me: "Ok, I'll find a spot to pull over and wipe her off."

The drive-thru girl had given us extra napkins, so I thought this would be no big deal.

Right.

After only a few minutes, I pulled over, and jumped out of the car to assess the damage.

She did not spill a little ice cream on her leg. It looked as if she was trying to force the ENTIRE CONE into the hole of the car seat where the strap comes out. And, on the way to this opening, she decided to rub the cone all over her top, shorts, and hair. She was chewing on the end of the cone when I opened the door.

Needless to say, we went through the stack of napkins in about eight seconds. Luckily, we had a beach towel in the car (from my son's swim camp), so I soaked as much as I could with that.

Unfortunately, we still had to go to the store. That was a pretty sight.

But the best part? Coming back to the car after it sat in that nasty Georgia summer heat with the not-so-faint smell of old dairy. Yum.

Thank goodness, my husband was able to get the car seat all cleaned. There's still a subtle smell in the background, but with two children in the car it's barely noticeable.

So, anyway, I'm trying to stay true to my diet after that little incident. I have to. Who knows what will happen if I don't?

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