Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Back in the saddle again. Or should I say... Easter confessions?

You know... I'm a country girl, and actually love that old song... "I'm back in the saddle again.  Out where a friend is a friend..."  And although I grew up in the country, and used to ride our horse wildly across the plains of Texas (pretending Billy the Kid was after me...), today I'm not talking about horses.  Nope.  Today, I'm talking about getting bucked off that healthy-eating and exercise horse so hard that I nearly landed in the next county!

You'd think that having been sick for my last... um... many years of Easter Sunday's (because of eating too much candy... of course...), that I would have learned some sort of adult mature lesson and not try to inhale all the candy at once.  Right?  But, no... not me... ugh.  Me?  On Easter, I always give my kiddos a run for their money!

We walked in from Easter midnight mass, and the first thing I did (after getting rid of all witnesses, by shooing all five of my children off to bed...) was to open a bag of Reece's and Kit Kats and have at it.  In minutes, there was a messy little pile of empty orange wrappers, and I was moving on to the jelly beans and then the robin's eggs.  Before the clock struck midnight (only about 45 minutes later), I was beginning to have some serious symptoms of sugar overdose.

A major sugar crash (or should I say... sugar coma?) knocked me out until about 7am when the kids started jumping on our bed, announcing that the Easter bunny had come.  Everyone rushed down to the living room, found their baskets and started collecting eggs.  Me?  I just sat there, basket in hand, fairly catatonic (still from the previous night's sugar coma), working my way through the variety of treats that the Easter bunny had left in my basket.

If memory serves me correctly, I think I spent the majority of Easter Sunday on a constant sugar rush.  Follow that with Monday evening, which was my daughter's birthday... where I probably ate about half of the icing that went on the cake.  At that point, I wouldn't be surprised if my blood was starting to taste like sugar!

Yes, I'm rather embarrassed about the amount of candy and sugar that entered my body this past weekend, but, I must say... the good thing about it all is that I'm so over it!  This morning, I got up and did my P90X workout and haven't touched a bad thing all day.

In all honesty, I do believe that it's important to try to be perfect.  And I am a perfectionist of sorts.  But, in reality, it simply doesn't work that way.  For now, I'll just have to settle for getting up off the ground, wiping the dirt off my jeans and hopping back into the saddle every time I get kicked off.

As for next year.  Since I can't seem to stop myself... I think my new goal will be to borrow my friend's horse, chase that Easter Bunny down, lasso him, and keep him from coming over.  Ya think that will work???  ;)


  1. Love it! We are slowly finishing insanity after several pauses due to illness and kiddos...it's a rurally nice to hear another one fall off the wagon...and than get back on...that's us too!

  2. Oh gosh, Kelley. I know what you mean. My family all had the flu and we were down for two weeks. So, I have to admit, I missed quite a few workouts. I think the best thing about trying to keep your life in check is always getting back on the horse. So glad you are still doing Insanity! It's not an easy program to conquer. What's next for you? P90X is actually on sale right now at Beachbody. Sale ends today, though. It's $25 off. That's what I'm working on now :)