The run-up to the weekend was seeming quite normal. To-do list growing. A social thingie pending. Storms approaching. No serious drama, though, and I expected to emerge in my customary good form.
And then this happened:
It’s an entire event featuring nothing but cupcakes! And it’s 6.2 miles from my house!
Give. Me. Strength.
Normally, I’d just declare a splurge day and go enjoy the goodies, especially since it’s just a once-a-year thing and it’s for charity and it supports small, local business. But these are not normal times:
A. I just got back from a splurg-ariffic vacation.
B. I’m not following my normal exercise program. While I’m walking bunches, my current strength training is all coming from home projects. Good exercise, but not the same caliber as my normal activities. Not enough for cupcakes.
C. I already have something planned for Saturday that’s sure to push my nutritional boundaries.
So after much debate (roughly 15 minutes worth), I have decided not to attend Cupcake Camp. ::sob::
Shoot. This mindful living thing can sure get in the way of a good time sometimes.
Oh well, there’s always next year. In fact, this gives me the entire year to come up with a healthy version of a cupcake to enter into the cupcake contest! Something to look forward to!
Meanwhile, I have to figure out how to complete my farmer’s market run on Saturday. It’s about 100 yards from the Cupcake Camp, and I’m afraid I might weaken in such close proximity. Maybe I’ll just get the produce run out of the way early. Or walk down to Kroger and avoid all risk.
Wish me strength! And I wish all of you a nice (and strong) weekend, too!