Chapter 2: "Peppermint Paddywagon"
It’s been several days since we’ve chatted, which means I have LOADS to confess. And as confession’s good for the soul, let’s stage our own “Soul Train” – I got dibs on Don Cornelius.
OK, so I made the mistake with going public about Dub Dub (aka, Weight Watchers). My friend Wooz told me last night that’s what a friend of hers calls it, so I’m totally hi-jacking the phrase.
Anyway, I’m supposed to be counting points and stuff of what I eat, right? My six-inch turkey sub with lite mayo, spicy mustard and assorted pointless vittle accessories was less than 10 points. Fabulous – still have plenty of points to squander for the day.
But, prey tell, how many points are in a peppermint crunch cookie? Land’s End just sent me their holiday press kit, complete with a whole freakin’ tin of these divine white-chocolate coated chocolate wafers sprinkled with peppermint crumbs. Dangit to Dallas, Mary! They’re slap-ya-mama good – had three already. Washes down lovely with Diet Coke.
Having done a quick tabulation in my noggin, I’ve surpassed my day’s Dub Dub point allotment. And as I’m having Mexican nibbles this evening, I’ll probably dip into tomorrow’s points, as well as the flex points I try to save for weekends, when I’m most reflective on my recently departed relationship. Funny how it goes – Monday, I’m all “Veggies, please – hold the ranch.” On Wednesday, I’m a little shaky, a couple times sneaking off to rummage through the newsroom canteen’s drawers looking for orphaned Captain’s Wafers. But by Friday, I’m Googling recipes for grocery store frosting – Crisco, confectioners’ sugar and a little vanilla, right? No, don’t tell me. I beg you.
All this hoo-ha to say I’ve fallen off the Dub Dub wagon, but I’ll be climbing on soon (i.e., as soon as this tin of Land’s End cookies is gone).
Peace, love and everything covered in peppermint – and I do mean EVERYTHING … xoxo
