Hugs and Kisses. . .Noooooooooooooo!!!!!

A few months ago I unwittingly set in motion a terrible chain of events that led to a week of. . .wait, no. . .

Let me just get the numbers over with. And then I'll explain.

Ummm. . .

203.6

Up 0.8 pounds.

I was sooooooo surprised. . .

that it wasn't more.

Because this week was the best week for me.

Because this week was the worst week for me.

It was. . .TEACHER APPRECIATION WEEK!!!!!!!!!

Whichever PTA mom decided to move our school's teacher appreciation week to the last week of January was a GENIUS!!!! And I'm not even being sarcastic. Personally, January is the ABSOLUTE WORST month EVER. After 34 of them I think I would know, right? And this one was possibly the suckiest on record.

So, when I walked up to my classroom door on Monday and saw my super-cool room mom door, I was so excited. I had completely spaced that this week was THE WEEK. And at my last school THE WEEK was always like any other week. Which was okay. Especially since it made this year so much more special. I had no idea what I was in store for.

Let's take a trip in the wayback machine. . .September. In my mail slot was a form from the PTA. It was a "getting to know you" type thing. I made the mistake of answering the questions honestly. What is your favorite candy? Hershey's Hugs and Kisses. What is your favorite treat? Chocolate chip cookies and brownies. What is your favorite drink? Diet Coke.

Fast forward to last week. Guess what showed up in my sweet 3rd graders' hands? Everyday.

Monday I showed great restraint. I ate the caramel-filled homemade brownie during recess and drank only half of the 20 oz Diet Coke. I even exercised that night. But then. . .

It just kept coming.

By Wednesday, alone, the Diet Coke at my desk and on the floor totaled to one 2-liter bottle, eight 20-oz. bottles, two 16-oz. bottles, and three 12-oz cans. The Hershey kisses and hugs? 6-freakin-pounds. And then the dozen chocolate chip cookies. And more sugary, fatty treats.

Tuesday and Wednesday I shamefully admit to delicious gluttony. Which of course made me sluggish and whiny when it came to exercising. Thursday and Friday I did a little better. And I am happy to admit that by the time of this publication I never want to see another hug or kiss again. And any thought of sugar makes me queasy. So, there's my silver lining, right?

Now, what to do with all that Diet Coke? Any takers?

So, even though the week was a nutritional bust, it was amazingly awesome in the morale department. Hands down the best Teacher Appreciation Week since my days at Central.

So with the candy safely disposed of in my student stash and the Diet Coke going into the faculty fridge, I think I can safely and confidently re-commit to making nutritionally responsible food choices and exercising at least 30-minutes Monday-Saturday. For reals. I promise. If I don't, well. . . .I'll owe you a Diet Coke.