For example, my particular SSB's include dancing in my underoos, polishing off a whole pan of brownies, and taking myself to the movies (not in that particular order). And the only reason I am revealing these is because I had an interesting experience with each of these recently, and am now pondering whether its time to give them up. I mean, seriously, time has its effects on the body. And my metabolism was the first victim. So eating a whole pan of brownies is going to take its toll. I try to cushion the blow a little, and make the "No Pudge" brownies from Trader Joe's (best invention ever!) but the serving size definitely isn't one box... but please, for the love of God, how the heck do you eat just one?! Please somebody tell me! And it didn't even phase me till the other day when I couldn't fit into any of my clothes. At first I noticed the cleavage. I hoped it was a growth spurt. I've only been waiting for it for 27 years. And then the jeans got a little more snug. Clearly the dryers fault. And then it all hit me. I haven't done yoga once since I got back from Costa. I have done nothing but stuff my face since I've been home. And although they claim "No Pudge" brownies, my skinny jeans beg to differ.
So, as much as I hate to do this. I must bid farewell to the pink box of deliciousness. I wanna say thank you, Pudge, for getting me through those tough times. I wouldn't have made it through those episodes of One Tree Hill, Gossip Girl or Grey's without you. I'll miss you and will forever cherish the countless chewy morsels of comfort we shared.
I'm sure every girl dances when they think no one is watching. But I seriously think about the day when I can't maniac in my house alone, and it makes me wanna bawl my eyes out. I used to do it every so often. Usually when I should be doing something more important is when I find the urge to bust a move. And I mean, really bust it. And its always in my underoos. I simply can't be bothered with bulky clothing when I am in a jam session. It just doesn't make sense to me. But now that money is tight, I figured I would create my own workout. So now, when those buns really need it the most, I crank up the tunes and go nuts. And at first, I had to get used to the looks from my dogs. I thank the Lord everyday that they can't speak English or else everyone would know how uncoordinated I really am. But I just moonwalk right past them and boogie on. And then, the next morning, the pain hits. My legs burn, my arms are weak, and for some odd reason, I can't turn my head left. And that's usually when I ask myself why I continue to do this, curse Billy Idol and his ability to rock my soul, and vow to never dance again. Outlook not so good on keeping those vows.
And last but not least, my movie dates. Not many people partake in this activity. And its so funny to hear reactions when I tell people that I actually do go to movies solo. I used to do it all the time years ago. It was my "me" time. Its usually the sad ones I go to alone. I feel its the only way for me to get the most out of it. Its hard going to sappy movies with guys. You try to be tough and not cry, and I think you end up shorting yourself on the experience. I made the mistake of going to a comedy alone. Never again. There's a reason TV shows have a laugh track on them. Things don't seem as funny if you're the only one laughing. So, anyway, the other night I took myself out. Went and saw "Revolutionary Road" with Leo and Kate. Titanic, Part Two. And oh my word, what a mistake that was. I walked out of the theater totally fine. Got in my car. Buckled my seatbelt. Started the car. And then I lost it. Just started sobbing. And those who really know me, this girl doesn't cry. I wish I could explain to you how much I lost it. I could barely drive home. I called my Mom to see if that would help, but it only made things worse. No joke, I sobbed for two hours! And I have absolutely no idea why. My Mom was panicked. She thought something happened to my dogs, or I was dying. And when I told her, I just saw a movie, she was probably a little confused. Sorry, Mom. It was hilarious. And I think its pretty safe to assume, that little SSB is taking a little time out. I think I cried all my tears for 2009 in one shot. Phew! Glad that part of the year is over with... Now which Cutie is taking me to my next movie... :)
I apologize for the novel of a blog I just wrote. But I got the urge and couldn't stop. Much like the brownies. I guess blogging is another one of my SSB's.. but I'm pretty sure that one transfers over when I become a "couple" someday. Thankfully! I don't know how many more I can get rid of.
