Friday just got away from me. I ate a ton of Girl Scout cookies at my desk, expecting them to hold me over until after my lunchtime workout. Then my boss came in and sat down and I ended up conversing about work instead of working out.
By the time I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I wasn't really hungry (all those Do-Si-Dos) but I had to get away from my desk for a minute. So I went to the post office and on the way back, stopped at Au Bon Pain.
They didn't have much left to choose from. But I was drawn to the spinach-and-cheese croissant. Hot and gooey. And spinach gave it the patina of nutritious. I snarfed it down without really remembering it. When I got home Friday night, I still wasn't hungry, but had a bowl of cereal for dinner because I didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night, voracious and jonesing for ice cream.
Saturday morning I was soooooo sick. Smelly, voluminous, boy-this-hasn't-happened-in-a-long-time kinda sick. I went back to bed and didn't get up until 1:00. I got it together to go grocery shopping, but that was it. I even missed my classic movie meet-up (and I looooove my classic movie meet-up).
This gave me a lot of time to think. I recall having the ABP spinach and cheese croissant once before. Guess what happened.
Lesson learned.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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Oh no! I hope you're feeling so much better!
ReplyDeleteI'll talk to my son. He works--occasionally, long story, complicated--for ABP. Not yours. But I'll find out what nasty ingredient they're putting in their spinach and cheese croissant. I hope you aren't allergic to spinach!!
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