Today I took myself to the Victoria's Secret semi-annual sale. The sale used to be an event I looked forward to twice a year; I even had a budget for it. Then I got married, had a kid, went part time at work, dieted, had another kid, dieted, you get the picture.
Without going into too much detail, I tried on something I thought my husband would really like. I took at least 4 of these babies back to the fitting room because, honestly, I had no idea what size I needed. I started putting the first one on by stepping into it, only to realize it MUST be designed to go over the head. Take two. I start sweating, wiggling, jumping around, trying to get it past my...shoulders. Surely, people. I gave up and gave in, realizing it was the smallest size I had. Better luck next time.
Take two. No luck. Starting to feel less like a supermodel.
Take three. Starting to visualize getting stuck in this thing and having to ask the attendant to please help me get out of it.
Take four. Feeling fat.
Take five...there's no take five.
It's the thought that counts, right?! Stupid marketing, stupid advertising, stupid supermodels. Some of us are just normal people who want to feel like a supermodel for a night...an hour. You make it next to impossible.
In other news, Ali pulled a plate out of the trash can and started eating the dried hot dog that was stuck on it. That child. (And yes...you'll always know there's a story about her coming because I'll start it with "in other news").
I want to share my current favorite recipe. http://www.food.com/recipe/apple-bread-20549
Yum. It's completely customizable. I made one batch of apple muffins and one batch of blueberry muffins. Because of Ali's restrictions, I substituted applesauce for the eggs (3 Tbsp per egg) and today, the batter seemed a little dry so I added a bit of almond milk. I usually always 1/2 the recipe and make muffins instead of a loaf of bread. Best part: the batter is safe to eat because there are no raw eggs in it! You'll quickly learn...I'm a batter freak.
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