Well, I’ve had some issues. 

WI this past Saturday revealed a .4 gain.  This was expected.    My body has a very sensitive balance and traveling to Phoenix totally upset it.  I didn’t have a bowel movement for almost a week, I’m sure I was dehydrated – even though I drank tons of water, and my sinuses were giving me total hell.  I know  -excuses, but reality as well.  I told myself I wasn’t going to be upset if there was a gain and I wasn’t. 

What threw me over the edge were these Peanut Butter Bliss bars from Weight Watchers.  I can’t stop eating them – they are so wonderfully good.  I bought two boxes on Saturday and finished a box of 12 yesterday (less than two days).  Of course the scale showed a gain of a pound this morning.  That depressed me.  Then I come to work and the one co-worker who talks to me brought in a HUGE mixed bag of candy.  Not the junk candy, but Reeses, Snickers, Almond Joys, Nestle Crunch, KitKat Bars, M&Ms (both plain and peanut), Milky Ways, and regular Hersey Bars.  Ok….this was cruel.  I have a major sweet tooth.  I would rather eat candy than anything else.  Still upset over my one pound gain, I hit the candy dish.  I didn’t do as badly as I could have – only six pieces.  But still six pieces. 

I wasn’t even going to blog today, I’m so ashamed of myself.

Just a little while ago, the candy dish is calling my name.  I thought, oh…what the hell, I’ve already blew it.  But of course, you can’t eat candy without a coke zero (which I had in my lunch bag).  So, off to the break room I go to get a cup of ice.  At the vending machine was a lady a little bigger than me, with a regular pepsi in one hand and a bag of chili cheese fritos in the other, buying a butterfinger.    The really sad part is that she could barely breathe.  She was gasping for breath as she sat down in front of the vending machine to push the buttons. 

My angels are with me.  I was meant to go to the break room and get a reality check.  Just because the dishwasher broke a dish, doesn’t mean you throw out the whole load, right?  I’m not perfect nor do I want to be.  I got off track, but I’m back on now.  I came back to my desk with a glass of ice and pulled out my rice cake and I’m happily eating that.    Hubby and I will take a walk this afternoon and maybe burn off a few calories.   The candy dish no longer calls me.  My plan for the Peanut Butter Bliss bars – I will put them in the freezer when I get home.  Then if I want one, I will have to wait for it to thaw out.  I’m not patient, so this plan should work just fine.  I will never ever buy another box of them ever again.  They are evil!

I had a great weekend.  I bought some adorable shoes and a purse for winter on Saturday.  Saturday night we took my MIL to dinner.  I don’t think she was really happy with the place, but it didn’t bother my husband.  My MIL story will have to wait for another day when I have about 34 hours to write it.  On Sunday, we did go to the race book.  Hubby gave me three racing forms on Friday and I handicapped all of those between Friday night and Saturday.  I’m a pretty good handicapper.  My picks usually come in, not always in the exact order I picked, but somewhere in the top three.  My hubby, even though he knows how to read a racing form, is lazy and will look at what I picked and then the track analysts and make his decision.  On Sunday morning, he said that Turf Paradise had quarter horse racing (one of my favorite to handicap) so we bought that racing form.  Took it with us and I handicapped it there at the race book.  Now, I’m not a big gambler.  I bet my $2 win bets and that’s about it.  When I’m up or down a few dollars, I’m ready to go home.  The thrill for me is handicapping and seeing how well I did.  My hubby also is not a big gambler, but does dabble a bit with the exotic wagering.  After five hours, I was up 40 cents.  If I would have used my picks and picked exacta bets, I would have been up probably around $600.  But I didn’t and oh well…no big deal.  Hubby was up $46.  I brought a lunch bag with me, packed with a point friendly sandwich and other healthy snacks.  My husband hates when I bring food with me, but the race book’s food is not healthy and it’s expensive.  $8 for an order of onion rings?  Come on…$12 for a salad?  Jeez.  I told him if I were questioned, I would tell them I was on a special diet that they couldn’t accommodate.  They didn’t even ask and I didn’t think they would.

I gave the guy sitting next to me a horse tip; he won and split it with me.  It wasn’t much, just a few dollars, but that was really nice.  My hubby and I have a special fund set aside for gambling.  When we win, all the money goes into the fund.  So, I just gave hubby the money to put in the fund.  At the end of the day, I just give him all of my tickets and he cashes them in.   A week ago Saturday, before our trip, we went to use our free $5 bets that the race book sends us.  I bet my free bet on a horse from England at Santa Anita.  The odds were 18-1.  Hubby bet on the favorite, not trusting my pick.  My horse won.  I turned my free $5 bet into $95.  That was sweet.  We don’t win all the time, but when we do, it is nice.

While we were there, we were given a bogo coupon for their seafood/prime rib buffet on Thursday.  The buffet is $22 a person, but we will get one for free.  I’m pretty sure we are going.  They have TVs at the tables with remote betting machines.  You don’t even have to leave the table to bet.   Hubby is looking at what tracks will be simulcasting on Thursday evening.  Evangeline Downs has nine quarter horse races.  I’m pretty sure that will be one of the cards he buys.  I don’t want to stay there all night, so I’m hoping he doesn’t go crazy.   I’m sure I can make good food decisions at a seafood buffet.   I’m weird and really do not care for prime rib – hubby loves it.

So that’s it for today.