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Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Take Me Out to the.... Fat Farm

yesirreee folks, it's that time of year again - when I get to spend 4 nights a week at the ball park - enjoying the sounds of summer, the crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, and all those other sounds... like the whine of my kids...

"can I have a drink"  "I'm  hungry"  "what's for dinner"

What's for dinner?  are you kidding, we pick up from the school at 3:30 to make it to a 3:50 Orthodontist Appointment for W followed by a 4:10 Orthodontist Appointment for T-man... this SHOULD leave us enough time to swing by home to allow Po to change into his gear for his 5:00 baseball game... but just in case we already have the gear stowed in the car - for the cost of braces the Ortho office shouldn't mind if we use their bathroom as a changing room right?

So where does dinner come in?  Crock Pot meals are always an option (we can eat at 7:30) but I'm running out of Crock Pot recipes that my kids will actually eat.  Fast Food is... well, in the interest of my blog readers who have sworn off the fast food for the year, we'll just say that it's unhealthy and a bad idea.  

The ball field has food at the snack shack - burgers, corn dogs, hot dogs, nachos, laffy taffy - and lots of other things that have no expiration date.  

I could swing by and pick up a few $5.99 pizzas - or maybe a $5 footlong (ooh, there's a plan!) but 4 nights a week?

Some of you may know that I've been on the  Yo-Yo Diet for the past year...  before that I was on a sensible diet where I got down (lost 35 pounds!) to exactly what I wanted to weigh and felt great...  and then Baseball season hit and it all went the way of the dinosaur because eating well takes time.  Or at least determination!  The fact that I didn't get right back on board when the season ended and that I'm starting this season at more than I want can be blamed only on... well, me I guess - but I'm planning to shift all of that blame off onto this season anyway... I really hate guilt.

Bring on the nachos.

So if you see a frantic mom (with a little extra padding around the middle) dragging her (1/2 dressed) baseball clad kids out of the orthodontist office and driving off like a bat out of Hades... wave and smile :)