Any girl that knows anything about hair, knows two things: 1) It's bad to wash it every day and 2) the day after a blow dry, your scalp is usually oily and you have to get creative if you plan on having that look another day. During one of my many lay out sessions by the pool since I've been unemployed, I found an item listed is the "best of" section of one of my magazines. It was called shampowder. Huh . . . . . a waterless shampoo that extends the life of your hairstyle by sopping up all that oil. Huh . . . . So I researched it online and found that a beauty supply store was right down the street from my new work. Little did I know that this supply store was in the mall.
I love the mall. So many things to look at and so many things to . . . . . eat. Crap. I love mall food. Really, it's my favorite. Sabarro, Auntie Anne’s, Mrs. Fields. I'm into all of it. I didn't quite anticipate walking by all of these store fronts, and I certainly didn't anticipate how wonderful they would all smell. As I turned one corner, I was immediately assaulted with the smell of fresh baked pretzels from Wetzel’s Pretzels. Oh that smells so good. I could feel the warm, soft pretzel in my hand, and taste the gooey, buttery cheese hitting every inch of my mouth with that slight twinge from a grain of salt. There is nothing better. Surely, just one pretzel wouldn't hurt. Remember when you had a pretzel on the way back from the fair? Remember being surprised in how low it points it was? Surely we can work this in to today’s points! Surely! . . . . . . . Then it happened. I heard the other voice and it went a little something like this: Now you remember Saturday? Oh, you don't? Well let me refresh your memory. You STARTED drinking at 2pm. You didn't STOP until midnight-ish. Girl, that was ten hours of drinking! I blame Brian. Oh, but it didn't stop there. You did good at the restaurant. Then you got your hands on those hot dogs, mac salad and cupcakes. If you open up that little weight watchers pamphlet, you will find that there is no wiggle room for the rest of the week. There is no working this in. You're either gonna lose weight, or you're gonna stay a fatty. What's your choice?
I was so offended. How dare that little voice say such hurtful things. But it's right, you know. That hot dog wasn't a turkey dog . . . . but it was good. And the chili I had it covered in. Yeah, I'm into that. Erin makes some mean cupcakes, too! Oh my gawd I feel fat and bloated just thinking about this. KEEP WALKING, KEEP WALKING!
As I rounded the corner, my nose picked up the familiar smell of Mrs. Fields cookies. Oh Mrs. Fields cookies. They had taken the one out of my local mall and this was one of only two locations that I know of in L.A.. You know, we should have at least one because gawd only knows when we are going to get this treat again. I could just get one of the small ones. What is that? Like 2, 3 points? Surely I can work that in. Can I even buy only one little one? I should ask . . . .
NO! WAIT! YOU STOP RIGHT THERE!!! There it was, that little voice again . . . . Do I really need to go through Saturday's menu with you again? You have been the worst dieter ever for the past week and a half! I bet you've even gained weight back!!! You need to knock this off. You're back on the road to fatsville . . . . just when you were starting to look good again and clothes were starting to get loose . . . You suck. I don't want to be on this crazy train.
I held my breath and looked the other way as I passed by. I thought about the apple I ate in the car and the protein shake that I was going to have on the way home. That's nice and chocolaty. That should be yummy. After stopping in two stores in the mall, neither one of them had what I was looking for. Dam them for dragging me into this pit of temptation for nothing.
On the way back to the car, I stopped right where a small arrow pointed the way to the food court. As I walked back and forth in a ten pace area, I thought about Sabarro. I thought about a weight watchers meeting. I thought about Panda. I thought about how loose my clothes have been getting. I thought about hot dog on a stick and I finally walked away, and to my car.
On the way home, I drank my protein shake and although it doesn't measure up to a regular milkshake, it does sit on my tummy like lead. I reassured myself that I would make something at home that would be a yummy lunch. Just for me, and within my point allowance. I did my best at making something yummy, but you know what? I would place my bets that the baked ziti and garlic bread that Sabarro would have been better.
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