Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Sfweet Toof

Dr. Bunney the dentist came to speak to Sofia's pre-school class today so she had dental hygiene on the brain and a bowl of ice cream in front of her when she asked me this out of the blue:
Do you still have a fweet toof, Mommy, or did the dentist get it out?
Oh, how I wish, little girl.  My daughter has a direct psychic line to my consience.  She has an uncanny knack for innocently asking me a question that pokes at whatever I may be feeling guilty about.  This time it was my shameful fall from the healthy eating wagon.  Just last night, I polished off half a pint of Ben and Jerry's.  I almost posted this picture with the question Why? underneath of it and nothing else.


Eight months ago I promised myself that I would pay more attention to my health once we settled into our new life and I stopped working such crazy hours.  I have kept that promise.  I am eating better, eating less, and exercising more - nothing crazy, just modest changes.  But it has been enough.  I have slowly dropped several pounds and a dress size.  So...Ben, Jerry, this means that our naughty three-way last night can't happen again.  Don't even call me.  Well, maybe wait a few months and then call me.

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