Yesterday I had 15 miles on the running schedule, a run I wasn't looking forward to, but as usually happens, once I got going I was fine. I found The Count of Monte Cristo on a playaway (little preloaded player the size of an ipod) at the library, and even though I've read it several times, I am enjoying listening to it immensely. I even took the dog for a walk today, just so I could listen to it - voluntary exercise! So, I got my run in yesterday, then took the boys skiing for our ward ski night. I haven't been since the boys were just learning, so I was surprised that I could just turn them loose and just... ski! I haven't had this much fun skiing since high school! It had snowed all day but stopped by the time we got there, and it wasn't too cold, no wind - perfect conditions. The boys were good sports the whole time, and we skied until the lift closed. I haven't had such a good time with the boys for a long time. I mean, no one argued the whole night! I can't remember when that last happened!
Anyway, all this to say, I made the conscious decision to make an exception in my post Christmas-chocolate-frenzy self imposed ban on chocolate. I haven't had any chocolate (with the exception of fat free hot chocolate made with skim milk - and really, does that count as real chocolate?) since the first of January. It hasn't been as hard as I thought, going cold turkey. I even helped the kids put 2 bags worth of mini Hersey bars on their valentines without snitching a single bite. But today, the kids have been selflessly trying to share their candy with me, and I gave myself a day off. To be honest, the cheap chocolate (that I gave them) wasn't all that good, and I don't think it will be hard to go back on the wagon tomorrow. Unless Mike offers the gooooood stuff. THAT I might miss.
