January Blahs

I am neither a morning person nor a winter person, so getting up to get to my 8:00 a.m. aerobics class is difficult. Today the instructor had just returned from a cruise where she had eaten beaucoup bacon and drunk tequila with abandon. Guess who suffered? The class. My lord, that woman worked us. Came home and had to eat lots of peanut butter.

Normally I don't have a control problem with food, but peanut butter (and friend chicken) are two foods I can't resist. I don't know why I bought two jars of peanut butter. Making cookies? Small visitor. Anyway, I gave the smooth to the food pantry, and a few days ago I opened the chunky. OMG! I can't leave it alone. And we have apricot jam in the house, my most favorite PB accompaniment. Except mostly I just take a knife and dig out a big blob and eat it. Repeat.

Is there something lacking in my diet? Like Peanut butter? Dunno. It's bad. I ask myself should I just eat the rest and that's it, but it seems like cheating. Eat some everyday, but too much. Yeah.

S.O. and I are applying to work on the census. The pay is even almost decent. Better than minimum wage. I think I'll like it.

There is an old saying that eternity is two people and a ham. The ham, at Christmas, began with three people and we had lots of ham sandwiches and ham and eggs and finally I froze the rest. Now we've had a big pot of bean soup with the ham bone, and ham and broccoli gratin, and guess what? Ham left. At least enough for sandwiches and two more meals with eggs. Two people. One ham. Actually it was a half-ham. Eternity.

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