By nature, I love junk food. I can’t help what I crave, but I’m also vain. I care about not being overweight – so I try with all my might to make healthy food choices about 80% of the time.
In doing so, I’ve managed to maintain my weight within the same 15-20 pound range (not including pregnancy and freshman year of college) for 28 years or so.
Admittedly, I’m happier and healthier at the bottom of that range, but even at the top of it, I’m only slightly fuller and not even certifiably “chubby.”
This little morsel pictured above has all but saved me from obesity, I think. You see, I love ice cream so much that I would eat it all day, every day if its nutritional value would allow.
Alas, I have concocted a very suitable substitute and I shall now tell you how to make it.
(I should probably tell you this will come out best in a super-duper food processor or Bullet blender. I use the Bullet.)
3/4 frozen banana (I cut up several bananas each week and freeze them ahead of time.) – 75 calories
1 Tbs. unsweetened cocoa powder - 15 calories
1 tsp. vanilla
4 packets Splenda
3/4 – 1 cup Almond milk – 60-80 calories
2 tsp sprinkles (optional [to YOU]) – 20 calories
Total calorie count – between 170-190 calories, plus you’ve eaten fruit and had almond milk, to boot!
Typical American bowl of ice cream with sprinkles – 400+ calories
For a person like me, who’s got to have an ice cream fix, this is an easy way to cut out 200 calories every day. No brainer!
I meet up with my beloved almost every day; I feel lucky to work from home because it affords me the ability to explore this relationship fully.
When I’m with my paramour, I feel an exquisite sense of resounding clarity: This is where I was meant to be, enveloped in my lover’s arms, feeling warmth flood through my body as I take in all that I need, and sometimes more. I’m greedy, wanting to fill up with the ecstasy that I was missing.
Most people are surprised that my husband knows of this tryst and approves, even. He wants me to experience as much pleasure as humanly possible, and he encourages me to seek it at every opportunity.
He even allows me to invite my solicitor to spend time with our family, which is exactly what I need to thrive. Permission to explore my ability to love, even as it extends beyond the bounds of my marriage.
Waiting until the age of 35 to find Brian…it’s something we discuss regularly, how we wish we’d met earlier in life. Were it not for my amazing children who I could never life without, I’d jump in a time machine if given the chance. He is my moon, and I am his. We go round and round and round.
And still I feel the need to have an affair, you wonder. It must perplex you in your attempt to wrap your mind around something you can’t comprehend.
You see, it’s difficult for me to understand, too, because I never thought I’d fall in love again at the age of 35, and yet again a year later. Nor could I have imagined that my infatuates would mesh so well, both giving me nothing but pleasure without struggle or argument.
I’ve come to conclude that true love knows no bounds.
And it is not every man who would stand patiently by as his wife falls in love, because for many men, a passionate response in their mate elicits strong feelings of resistance. “Am I not enough for her?”
Brian watches me with a smile as I explore these new feelings, holding my hand or letting go when I need to wander.
The craziest part of all is that I want you to have an affair, too. You see, although my tryst isn’t with another living, breathing person, it is a love affair all the same, and before knowing this passion, I realize I hadn’t really lived at all.
Have a love affair with Life. It’s really fucking awesome.
In the near future, I’m going to be setting up my website for McGuire Media, Inc. It’ll be an umbrella company for my different projects and brands as I create them. Sayvandalay.com will live happily under the MMI umbrella when the time comes.
This morning I drove the boys to school because The Ten Year Old has band practice after school and I am nice enough not to make him stuff his saxophone into a bus seat that he shares with 2 other boys.
School officially begins at 8:30AM and I dropped The Ten Year Old off at 8:12. He was all, “Bye, Mom. By the way, we’re late.” Slam. I have never felt so badly about how I treated my mother as I do now that I am a mother myself.
As I pulled out of the drop off line, I complained to The Eight Year Old about his brother, “Ya know, he could be a little more appreciative. I don’t have to drive him to school, and he’s NOT LATE. He has 18 more minutes to walk to his classroom, for god’s sake.”
And then I apologized to The Eight Year Old for complaining to him because I should not use him as a sounding board for my parental strife.
But, true to form, he was supportive, understanding, and offered as much empathy as he could.
“No, no; it’s ok, Mom. You can complain to me. I mean, I know what you’re saying. After all, I’m the one who gets dropped off second! He acts like his school is in Canada or something.”
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….and why it is so important to our happiness level.
Some people (many that I know personally!) cannot let go of the illusion that if they somehow control all of the nitty gritty details of their lives, all will be well. Yet when it comes to making changes in the areas where they really do have control – no action is taken. It’s time to refocus, people. Get your heads out of your asses and take a look at life for a change!
If you feel like taking a click-trip over to my latest piece, I bet you might actually learn something useful. I know I did. Heh. How is that possible? I teach myself stuff all the time, fool!
My weekly summary in 25 words or less (more or less, ha): back to school nightS PLURAL [rainy + cold air conditioning] = stiff…hot baths…(work write) |plan a party| *love*
!meditate medicate! perseverence (always) Gangnam Style!
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