Responsible Sheepie

I could have taken the easy route today.  No one would have known.  I could have just kept my head down and pretended that all was normal.  I doubt that anyone is so interested in my life that they would have given it much thought.  

I could have pulled it off.  

But, I took the high road.  I forced myself to face the hard facts and accept the punishment that is my due.  For when a Sheep spends five days consuming naught but stuffing and pie, she has earned an uncomfortable Monday.  So it is written.  So it be done.

Rather than take the advice of the blogosphere-at-large and wear something with a nice, forgiving drawstring, I did that most horrific of things and put on grown-up, professional pants today.  There was an actual waistband and not one, but two buttons involved.  I did not choose the ones with the little touch of Lycra-Spandex that might offer me a modicum of comfort as the day wore on.  Instead, I went with the heavy, cotton Dockers.  They gave nothing.  They clung to every stuffing-stuffed lump and sank into my waist with a biting tenacity.  It was not pretty.  But it was necessary.  I needed that little nip at the midsection and chafing at the thighs to remind me of the benefits of low-calorie fruit.  Which is what I had to eat today.  An apple.  A pear.  For dessert...a nice cup of chilled water fresh from the drinking fountain in the hall.  That is all.  I could have strayed from the path.  But, the trousers would not allow it.  Even the mere thought of bread or sugar caused them to seize up angrily and force me to stay on the straight and narrow.  

So relieved was I to discard them at day's end for my comfy sweat pants that I almost didn't mind the hour long workout that lay ahead.  Almost.  It's been two weeks since I really hit the weights this hard and the joy of the elastic waistband wore off pretty darned quickly, lemme tellya.  

But I did it.  For I fear The Pants.  They speak the truth.  And they punish those who don't live by the numbers on the size tag.

About the only thing I had on today that wasn't punishing me for my Thanksgiving overindulgence were my hand-knitted socks.  They were soft and kind to me on this most trying of days. It wasn't enough to make up for the Trouser Trials, though.  Not by a long shot.

It's too bad, really.  As much as I enjoyed the week of indulgence, this would have been a nice kind of day to live it up a bit.  Maybe have a cupcake or something.  Dance around drinking real Mountain Dew instead of my regular Diet version...that kind of thing.  For you see, twas two years ago this day that a blog was born!  It's my very own Blogversary!!  It's been two whole years of cat stories, horrific visits with my dentist, exploding trucks and The Imminent Zombie Invasion.  Yup...it would have been a great day for a bon-bon or two rather than the diet ice cream bar with which I shall be treating myself later.

But, know this:  In my mind, I'll be gettin' all stupid with the real celebratin'!

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