While last week the family and I felt the wonderful relief of knowing that Aaron had in fact officially passed the Texas BAR exam, I began to practice a different law – Murphy’s. And of course I fell on my usual fallback – food.
It began with me breaking the lid to one of my more prized possessions – a pink 1940s depression glass sugar bowl – and ended with an all-out binge on all things evil, carb-filled and Oreo-cookie-crumb-crusted once the realization hit me that Aaron passing the BAR does not equal instant job + income. In between, I managed to give myself a black eye.
(My first ever – and all I have to say is, thank God my favorite eyeshadow is eggplant purple. Also, I apparently bend down with a mighty force when putting shoes back on my feet. Who knew office chairs were that sturdy?)
But, as the next weigh-in for Biggest Loser tomorrow morning looms over me, I am going to jinx myself once again by saying that I am not going to let this fall-back stop me. A million times before my all-or-nothing will to do things perfectly or not at all has brought attempts such as these to a screeching hault after just one culinary transgression.
Not this time! I may be back to my original weight tomorrow, but I’ve still got three more weeks to go right? Dust off, keep going.
Dear Lord, help me.