I canNOT believe it.
I’m sitting here at Starbucks — escaping the chaos of my house with a — are you SURE you’re ready for this, Gorgeouses? I’m sitting here at Starbucks with a TALL GINGER GREEN TEA. MISS ADDICTED-TO-CHAI-TEA-LATTES is sipping a GREEN TEA.
Ooo! Look over there! See it? A COW IS FLYING!
Here! Lemme take a picture of it on my pinkberry:
That book there? I LOVE it: Hip Tranquil Chick: A Guide to Life on and Off the Yoga Mat
CLOSE UP!!!!
Yes, I came THIS close to ordering my chai latte because, as I told it’sgrandma as she was on her way out the door with monkey this morning, I needed the “escape.” “Escape” is NEVER a good sign, never a good reason to CONSUME something so deliciously EVIL. Because, you know, as soon as you gulp down that SWEET escape, you feel WORSE — wired, indigestiony, guilty — especially since it would mean you suffered that diet-friendly breakfast of Ezekiel bread, almond butter and (AWFUL LOW-FAT) cheese for nothing.
Nevertheless…, you go to Starbucks for your favourite chai-tea escape. Then, you see the blueberry muffin. And, you say to yourself,
Self, let’s just screw the diet altogether today. We’re already having our fave chai, spiking the blood sugar levels or whatever, so why not the muffin? Hey, let’s escape the whole day and make today CHEAT DAY (instead of Friday, of course).
Ahem. What a FAB idea, SELF!?@#!%$#!!
No. Not fab at all. Because I’m going to teach yoga later and would HATE to feel like a crazed wired lard-arse….
So, I do it. That STRONG (but oh so week) VOICE IN ME utters THIS to the barista man through reluctant-but-fabulously-glossed lips: “I’ll have…I’ll have a… a… GINGERGREENTEA!” Ahh…. Said it. It’s done. There’s no turning back. “And, yes,” I say, “that will be all for me, thanks.”
I took my sorry little green tea and sat down at a lovely seat beside the window. I opened my journal and penned this post.
One small step for humankind, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR ME!
And, mmmm…. I could so learn to like this tea…! Could totally be my new ritual….
UPDATE: Taught yoga a mommy-and-baby yoga class with Rascal and he screeched the whole time (teething…must be). By the time it was over I wanted to VOMIT, I was so stressed. I fed him as I taught, and he bawled. I held him. He bawled. I bounced him. He bawled. Happily, the other mothers were sympathetic and understanding. The class was good for them (I made sure of that), and that’s what matters. I, on the other hand, mattered so little that I made Josh “fetch” me a CHAI TEA LATTE when on his way home, which I swallowed whole — tea, cup, and cupholder.
UPDATE THE SECOND: Just got back from a lo-ho-hong evening. Put Rascal to bed. He screeeeamed the second his wee bawd hit the mattress. So, I took him along for my dusk walk. I put on my fave podcast and started walking. WAHHHHHH! He wailed the whole dang time. AN HOUR. So, I got in the car and drove. My BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL friend Lolo INSISTED that we meet up so that I could break down on her shoulder (especially since she’s been going through the same thing with her baby). She got in the car, and we drove. Amazing how healing a talk with a friend can be…. By the time I dropped Lolo off at home, Rascal was asleep. So, I went to Starbucks. And, I got me a SAWEEEET hot chocolate, which I devoured in 5 minutes. Back to green tea ritual tomorrow. Pinky swear.
