Double Digits!
My husband went out to lunch with some colleagues yesterday and brought home a very tempting collection of Thai dishes. Those culinary hypnotists were calling to me from the refrigerator all night last night. By name. Begging for me to enjoy them. It was torturous.
But such delights are not to be taken lightly. They must be earned.
So as I hunkered down on my backside pleasing Pilates mat I was bound and determined to see to it that, by the time I got up again, I had done enough to thoroughly deserve the delicious delicacies awaiting me just feet away in the kitchen.
With each stretch and pose I found myself counting, not in plain-old numbers mind you, but counting in full anticipation of what awaited me.
One spoon of rice. Two spoons of rice.
Ten strips of spicy beef. Eleven strips of spicy beef.
The moment of genius came when I thought to count repititions of "Clam" using seasoned shrimp as my motivation. Shellfish. Get it? (Hey, what can I say, Hunger makes a person desperate.)
Eventually I may graduate to counting something along the lines of:
One carrot stick. Two carrot sticks.
or
Five spoonfuls of whole-grain, certified organic, high-fiber, low-glycemic index breakfast cereal. Six spoonfuls...
In the meantime, I hear my name being whispered lovingly from somewhere very near the fridge.
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