Vince and I are not on a diet . . not actually, but we are trying to eat healthy. We’ve joined the Y and we’ve been walking and working out on a couple of machines (more him than me) for three whole days now. My legs and arms and back and sides and ankles and every other moving part on this old body are sore but I’m sticking with it.
Tonight I fixed a big salad and for dressing I used a little raspberry balsamic vinegar and just a tad of olive oil. I pounded some boneless chicken breasts real thin and put onion powder, cumin, Lawry’s salt and black pepper on them, melted a bit of something healthy that’s supposed to taste like butter but doesn’t, in a pan and kinda browned them quickly just til they were done. That was dinner — chicken breasts and a big salad. Sounds pretty darned healthy, right?
But then . . I went downstairs to sew and I couldn’t stop thinking about a root beer float! Did anyone have an A&W Root beer in your town when you were growing up? We did and that root beer was so good. I just kept thinking about that! We have A&W root beer in cans and we have ice cream but . . Vince thinks I’m being real healthy and not eating that kind of stuff.
I couldn’t wait for him to go to bed so I could sneak myself a float. I explained to him that I had a few things to do and it was going to be later before I could go to bed. I waited til I heard him snoring and I knew it was safe to make myself a big root beer float. Oh, it was good but I sure hope I don’t make a habit of doing this.
Now . . I’m off to wash the glass, make sure the can is buried in the recycle bin and Vince will never know I cheated . . unless he reads my blog! 🙁
