Day 59: Holy Macaroni!

Macaroni. What a silly word. I feel like my family is the only one in the world to call macaroni, "macaroni" when referring to a pasta in tomato sauce. I feel like the rest of the world only uses the word "macaroni" when followed by "and cheese". So yes. Macaroni. And meatballs. Homemade meatballs. Yum. AND, not made by John! That's right- I cooked dinner! It's a miracle! Anyway, John has been craving spaghetti and meatballs since he got home, so I promised him I would make them this week. I made sure to eat like a bird all day, and even turn my nose up to the most delicious looking cupcakes I have EVER seen with a huge dollop of chocolate fudge icing.... droooooool...... uh, where was I? Oh right. I ate like a bird today because I knew what dinner plans were. I also planned on hitting the gym, but we were both hungry when I got home from work, and once we consumed the carb overload, breathing became a workout in itself. Clearly, the gym didn't happen.

So back to the cupcakes because now that's all I can think about. They looked AMAZING. They must have been from a real bakery, and not just a grocery store bakery. Those I can pass up. But these.... wow. Yellow cake and chocolate frosting. My FAVORITE. I stared at them longingly all day trying to figure out how in the world I could eat one without having to go to bed at 5pm because I was out of calories. I couldn't. :( When the clocked ticked down to cupcake time, I was growing weaker. Instead of allowing myself to eat what I really wanted, I  ate a banana. And I HATE bananas. And my class cheered. Yes, CHEERED. The girl who started it was actually the one who brought the cupcakes, and being the clever 10 year old that she is, realized exactly what I was doing. "She ate a banana instead!" she proudly announced as my class was working. A few kids knew exactly what that meant and immediately started clapping. Others looked around very confused. Another girl quickly clarified the situation in 3 simple words: "wedding dress. DUH" Some days, I love my class. And that is the story how 10 year olds became my own personal Jimminy Cricket conscience and gave me the strength to enjoy macaroni and meatballs for dinner, instead of water and air.

59 days down...121 days (4 months today!) to go!