Karma

I am hoping that maybe if I write this down I will be remember it:

"Katie, you will NOT lose weight if when you eat Chocolate Chip Cookies for dinner."

Who am I kidding? I suffer from CRS. (Can't Remember Stuff) I may or may not have already mentioned this in previous post, but of course I can't remember - go figure!

Karma was not my friend last night. When I arrived at my mom's house to pick up the kids they were already sitting down to eat dinner. I wasn't about to tear my kids away from a nice home cooked meal of meat & potatoes and make them go home to eat delicious Steakums. I held out and didn't eat dinner at my mom's. I feel really bad having such a nice dinner and then to go home to Eric and ask how his bowl of Captain Crunch or Raisin Bran was. Not that I've EVER done that!

As I was driving home I noticed that the sandwich bag full of cookies that I was going to take to work was still in the front seat. I must have forgotten them. What's a girl to do? Save them for tomorrow? Yeah right! After watching my kids eat a yummy dinner, I did what any sane person would do. I ate them all and washed them down with my diet coke. I felt guilty after eating them because now I wasn't hungry and I found myself beging to debate not cooking dinner.....and I'm pretty sure chocolate chip cookies aren't a healthy snack. This is where Karma kicked in:

I'll preface with: What Katie SHOULD have done was:

Gunned the gas pedal so that I could hopefully make it into the driveway. Using the momentum gained (learned that in Science class last week) I would be able to continue into the garage, unload the kids, THEN walk to the mailbox. But who wants to freeze their butt of walking to the mailbox? Um..not me. This would have taken me about one maybe two minutes tops to get done.

But what Katie DID do was:

I slowly pulled onto our street and proceeded to get the mail. Which on any day when there isn't a foot of snow on the ground would be okay, but last night - it was a really dumb idea. I should have remembered (key word "remembered") that my husband has shoveled the driveway 3 times this past week because the snow kept drifting back in to the driveway.

After I said some bad words that I won't repeat, my thought process was...

Do I:

a.) Crank up the heat, jump in the back seat and watch Cloudy with the Chance of Meatballs with the kids until Eric pulled up and could dig us out.

b.) Sit there, go through my mail (I did have extra since there was holiday) and I could also look through my new grocery ads until Eric pulled up and could dig us out.

c.) Make my neighbors angry and ditch my van in the middle of road and watch aimlessly from our front window as everyone else got stuck, ha ha ha! Again, wait for Eric to dig my van out..

d.) Not be a lazy damsel in distres and go get the shovel and dig myself out.

I chose d, darn my good conscious!! I got out of the van, grabbed a shovel from the garage and began to shovel snow. I shoveled the snow around the tires, jumped back in the van - moved about an inch, got back out of the van and shovel snow around the tires, got back in the van, moved another inch, got back out shoveled some more....I repeated this process more times that I should have. I felt like I was playing Hokey Pokey with the van. It only took me about 35 minutes to get in the driveway. Looking back now I wonder why I didn't just shovel the whole darn driveway.

What can I say, I usually do things the hard way. I think I burned off the calories from eating the cookies and I was so tired from shoveling that I ended up eating a bowl of Raisin Bran for dinner...stupid Karma...