Saturday was one of my bimonthly scheduled Saturday Morning Torture Times.
Husband calls it Massage, and makes jokes about happy endings.
This is only because he has not had the special 'pleasure' of experiencing deep tissue and pressure point release style massage/torture.
If it's fun and relaxing... they aren't doing it right!
I'm still sore.
After that husband brought me home for some relaxing/recovery while he took the Bronco for a new set of shoes... he went up a size or two to 36inch Super Swampers.
Why yes, it IS a 'mud truck'.
We were supposed to do a little shopping in the afternoon and then have a quiet dinner, but out of the blue husband got a text from his mother inviting us over for 'cake' and stating that they were leaving to go to their vacay spot in North Carolina almost immediately (they left early this morning).
I love when she drops last minute bombs.
We had not had dinner yet, but she had... but wasn't inviting us for dinner but wanted us to come right away.
I slapped some burgers together and we chowed them after I scrounged up some remaining but meager salady stuff.
Then I had husband take a bit of a detour by a local high end bakery that makes everything from scratch and has detailed ingredient lists and got me some cheesecake with the top filled in with beautiful DARK chocolate ganache. She had 3 slices (slices meaning hefty wedges) left... we got them all. The SHAME!
The ingredients were very clean. About as 'primal' a dessert as I could buy quickly and not cook it myself. Or have an entire cake thing I cooked for myself around for me to eat on it ALL week/weak.
I only took one slice into the inlaws house... the other two remained on ice in a cooler.
Father in law spotted it and, I'm guessing because it looked WAY better than the lame-o bar shaped carrot cake from the grocery store deli, asked me if I had brought enough for everyone.
I asked him if he had expected me to come over with nothing and just watch everyone else eating cake since I can't eat it (they are well aware that I don't eat anything with leavening) and finished with "Besides, I really didn't think you would all want this kind since you already chose to have carrot cake."
It shut him up.
Mother in law claimed again that she forgot... she always says that.
Last time we stopped by on the way somewhere together she suggested that husband eat the dinner she had cooked... spaghetti with meat sauce and sausages... and I said "But neither of us have had dinner yet." And she said "Yes, HE can have dinner though..." I looked right at her and said "So then he has to take me somewhere else to eat by myself? Does that make sense?"
And this is the better part of my family.
So yeah... I ate chocolate ganache covered cheesecake yesterday.
It was delicious.
And those two left over pieces...
Husband and I each had one tonight.
And it was delicious again!
And the scale did not go down at all this week...
Which I should know better than to expect since it went down twice the last week.
And since this is my 'special' week.
Or week leading up to special week... whatever.
Yeah... special week. Bleh.
I totally don't give a shit that I ate ganache covered cheesecake two days in a row!
I'll get the tally for that damage later... I can already FEEL it (bloaty).
I'm not even glancing at the scale until about Wed. or Thur.
The whole system is jacked, regardless of the delicious inputs.
I also continue to have anxiety about the doctor situation...
Between special week and doctor anxiety and feeling like crap...
It's a damn good thing there wasn't a WHOLE cheesecake in my house.
(Can you find the pun in this picture... )