Monday, March 25, 2013

Step away from the cake

Monday, you sly fox.  I was really hoping you would forget to come, and I could have just a few extra hours of respite.  This weekend really was quite something.  It started off on Saturday with a huge snowstorm while I worked.  I didn't get a picture, but I did snap some of the first flakes falling Friday night.

It was a really wet snow, and we ended up with 6-8" of accumulation.  It's pretty typical for us to have these big late season storms, they are usually the biggest that we have, and they really help give the snow pack a good boost.  For those of you who live in Texas or California, the CO snow pack is what feeds your rivers and usually provides your drinking water, by way of the Continental divide.  Just a fun fact for ya.

Also, tromping around the apartment complex before the walks were shoveled proved to be a huge workout.  And my winter boots are not THAT waterproof, as it happens.  Darn it.

Sunday we went to Denver, where we had brunch at THE BEST Irish Pub I've seen this side of the Pond.  It's called the Lansdowne Arms, and oh good heavens... I asked Ammon if it would be out of the question for us to drive over an hour JUST FOR THIS FOOD again.

He told me it was entirely within reason.  We weren't down there for the food though... oh no, we were down in the Southern suburbs of Denver so that I could help celebrate my oldest non-related friend.

Her name is Shae.  I've known her since we were 6 years old, and we've been friends since we were 9.  I changed my wedding date because originally we were supposed to be married 1 week apart, and friends just don't do that kind of thing to one another.

Shae is the epitome of a food enthusiast.  Going into her party, I told Ammon that I had been prepping and being extra careful of my diet so that I could indulge at her party.  She didn't disappoint me one bit.  There were 17 different appetizers, a carrot cake, and 2 different kinds of small-batch locally produced ice cream.  This ice cream is practically made of unicorn tears, and I knew that there would be no self-control involved if that's what I chose.  Instead, I opted for carrot cake.

The thing about carrot cake is that it's deceptive.  You don't think about the sugar in it, because it doesn't taste as sweet as a regular cake,  However, an hour and a half later, as Ammon was picking me up, my head pounding, my tummy aching, and feeling grumpy and sluggish, I realized that my body may not have been ready for that carbtastic goodness.  I also realized that all of that careful planning put me in an even worse position, because my body really didn't want anything to do with that sugar.  Whoopise.  Poor Ammon had to suffer a car ride home with a sugar shocked girl.  Which is probably why he made the decision that "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em", and stopped or a sugar shock of his own.

Literally, he inhaled 2 of these bad boys so quickly, I couldn't even get a picture in.  And right around the time I started feeling human again, he crashed.  It was a grumpy evening in our household.  The perfect reminder of why we [attempt] a low-sugar, low-carb lifestyle.  It makes everyone happier in the end.

I'm really worried about surviving our cake tastings, and now I'm considering the use of a proxy.

So that was our weekend.  Snow, Irish food, and too much sugar.  I can tell you're totally impressed by our exciting life, right?  Me too.  So I'm going to go do terribly exciting things at work that I won't be blogging about, and I'll let you get on with it.  Have a great day!


  1. I'll be your proxy!!! Pick me, pick me!!

  2. I volunteer as proxy! :-)

    oh give the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. there's nothing that makes me want to crawl into a dark hole more than a sugar crash.

  3. mmmm!!!! i have to step away from the cookies right about now. i don't know why I do it!

  4. I volunteer as tribute! I mean proxy! =)

  5. daaahhhmygosh, I'm so hungry right now.
    I would have eaten ALL THE THINGS at her party.
    and then probably gone into depression after your kick-in-the-butt post from yesterday. :)

  6. You eating this carrot cake is the equivalent of me eating 6 Reece's peanut butter eggs. It's a great idea at the time. Damn it!


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