Self-Improvement…in 6 Words!

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6 words, coachdaddy, humour, O Henry

Sometimes I want to “select all” and tap delete…and I’m not talking about computers! September was “self-improvement month”  – did you miss it too?

I spent part of September working on home improvement. I bought a new shower curtain,  installed a new duvet, asked Hubby nicely to hang a new picture, and  painted the trim around my front door (that only took 5.5 hours)!

But self-improvement?

Where to begin? By eating more broccoli? Going to bed earlier? Or worse, with more of the the evil “E” word (“exercise”)?

Look what happened when I went mountain bikiing!

Where would you begin? And what if I told you to pick just one goal and then phrase it using only 6 words.

That’s what CoachDaddy did over on his blog, believing, just as Ernest Hemingway, that an entire story can be told in 6 words. CoachDaddy asked a group to tell him our story of how we’d improve ourselves…in 6 words! Yours truly had a hard time picking just one! I’m #64 – Let’s see if I can do it for the entire month of October!

Thanks Eli, for another fantastic cooperative post! Click here to pop over to the full post and join the conversation!!

Happy Weekend!!

Oops! I did it again!

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confession, food, humour, O Henry

So I did it again. And I feel cheap and dirty. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Honestly. I’ve been such a good girl for so long. I’ve held my ground, turned my face from temptation. Stiff upper lip. I’ve avoided our usual meeting places. I even started taking a friend with me to help me stay on the straight and narrow path. But I failed.

It happened last night…the end of a stressful day, the house to myself, the lights were on low…Netflix wasn’t working (again) and then I remembered Henry (O Henry) – sweet, decadent, mouth-watering. I tried to focus typing an email to my mother of all people (My dear sweet mother – how disappointed she will be with me). My heart started pounding, and for the first time in days, I was starting to feel…warm! What’s this? I started to sweat…as the pressure continued to mount. The guinea pigs were sitting at the end of the cage, staring at me with their little beady eyes, judging me. I had to move around…and before I could stop myself, I was in the kitchen. My hand was reaching out to him, and then we embraced.

Oh sweet indiscretion! It felt so wrong…and yet it felt so right. How long had it been? Over a year since our last affair. I pulled down the blinds so that we could be alone. First we curled up on the couch together, and then I consumed him, slowly at first, tasting his sweetness on my lips, savouring this moment together. But when it was over, I was left with only an empty wrapper…and my guilt. I feel like a harlot, a trollop. How could I betray Hubby this way? How can I face Hubby again?

I’ve known every time that Henry (O Henry) was bad for me, but I just couldn’t be strong any longer. I made my public confession once before, and again when I relapsed.  I am hoping that this third time will be the charm…and I won’t end up a bare-footed wreck with a shaved head, like Britney Spears…

My Funny Valentine…

O Henry!

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chocolate, confession, food, humour, movies, O Henry, sweets

It isn’t really my fault…I have avoided, ignored and fought the temptation for months. When I’m in the grocery store or the drug store, I avert my eyes. And I have been left home alone every Friday night for months. Hubby is usually working with his brother on business/computer-related stuff. I even thought my public confession and apology to Hubby back in April would break the cycle once and for all (see Confession #3). Hubby accepted my apology. In fact, he’s been very understanding.

I was home alone again this Friday night. This time Hubby went out with his brother and some friends from out of town. We met in the line up at the grocery store…it was a moment of weakness, and I brought him home. I popped in a movie, threw on my nightgown, and we curled up on the couch…

I didn’t even try to hide the evidence…maybe I wanted to get caught. Hubby has forgiven me again…It’s a fresh, new day. I just hope I can stay strong if I meet Henry at the grocery stores this morning. I guess the only alternative would be to let Hubby do the grocery shopping?

O Henry…

Confession #3

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chocolate, confession, humour, love, O Henry, romantic, sweets

I have a deeply personal confession to make – I’ve been having a secret affair with Henry. I feel so dirty! It’s been going on for a few months now, and I’ve been sneaking around behind Hubby’s back. It’s not the first time.

This latest affair began a few months ago when I laid eyes on him in the grocery store. He was flirting with me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I knew he wasn’t good for me, but I just couldn’t help myself. He was nutty and sweet, the perfect package. Before I knew it, I was taking him home with me.

Soon it became a regular thing, meeting alone in the afternoon here at the house, or in my car… Sometimes it was more than once a week. All the evidence of our tryst discreetly disposed of long before anyone else came home.

I have to call it off though – the price is getting too high, and the evidence on my body getting too hard to hide. I met him last night at the drug store, a war within me. I desperately wanted to bring him home with me and devour him. I’ve caught myself a few times today, closing my eyes and thinking of him. I crave him with my whole being. I want to savour every moment he was on my lips…O Henry!

I’m talking, of course, about the chocolate bar made by Nestle – who did you think I was talking about?