Confessions while Waving to the crowd

I guess when one has a blog the purpose of it is to actually post. As you can see, I have been remiss. It must be all of the snot, it’s clogging my brain. I’m pretty sure by now it has filled my sinuses to over capacity and like all intelligent life does, it found a new and more roomy cave.

So the clean living thing is going... I’d say well but then I’d probably be lying. I have a confession to make. I’ve been cheating. I cannot hold it in any longer, I know Scott will be devastated… that I didn’t share with him! (Nobody likes food more than Scott does!)

I went for Indian food on Saturday night, a buffet to be more specific. I stuffed myself silly with mmmm mmmm good, butter chicken, naan and other unidentifiable delicious dishes. I have to say it was so not clean living but oh so good. Then it got me to thinking, with all of that butter and cream and deep fried, how does the Indian culture keep their waistlines? I haven’t really encountered many fat people in their culture but this food I’m sure would be going straight to my ass.

Then came Sunday morning and I understood. It all goes right through you. Literally, I was spraying out butter chicken like it was attached to a hose. It cleaned me out. Wow, the spices really work, forget exlax!

Other than that, I haven’t lost any weight. I’m obviously not doing it right. I exercised twice last week and then lost my momentum. /Sigh

So here I am, my ass is still extra large. I was watching the skeleton Olympic races briefly on Friday night and giggled as their butt cheeks wiggled with the velocity. Then giggled even more when I imagined me doing that. My ass would be waving to the crowd and smacking the ice. So no skeleton for me.