Oh, the 7th of January

You know what is fascinating?  Last week, every single Groupon and LivingSocial deal that I got was in some way or another resolution-oriented.  Fitness classes, adventures, meal planning, detox packages, spa days... they all made their way into my inbox last week.  Since we're trying to avoid spending money, I dutifully deleted them, like I do almost every day.  Even when we do buy them, 50% of our deals go unredeemed around here.  Oooooops.  Anyway, what was in my inbox this morning?

A LivingSocial deal for COOKIES.  If that doesn't give me a very clear picture on how we as a society view our New Year's resolutions, I don't know what does.

And in case you were wondering, I deleted that one too.  Because 7 days into this new year, and I'm doing pretty dang well with my resolutions.  If I could make it through a bridal show without sampling even one treat, I would say that there is very little that can derail me from my dreams.  Yes, you heard right;  at the mecca for brides everywhere, where there is food, cupcakes, candy, and wedding cake abounding, I did not have a single bite.  Not of the cake pops, and not of the chocolate covered strawberries.

Poor Ammon tried to even avoid sampling anything, for fear it would knock me right off of the wagon.  He is such a good boy.  Instead, we headed out, and had a VERY late lunch at 2pm, where I had barbecued chicken, broccoli, and collard greens, and Ammon pigged out on a burger and fries.  Somehow, he thinks that this is any less of torture to me than if he eats cupcakes in a crowded expo hall where I can obviously ignore him???

I will never understand the way that men think.