Two days into the Great Unlimited Access to Candy Experiment of 2007. Lots of candy left over, no eating until she vomits - although I've noticed that she slows down considerably after lunch. This morning I offered to trade her a packet of sugarless Trident for all the bubblegum in her candy stash. There are a lot a sticks in the Trident pack, so she quite willingly pitched the sugary stuff in exchange. And for lunch? Celery, carrots, apples, tomatoes, cucumber. She usually makes herself a sandwich but the past couple of days, while making my own salad, I've prepared her a plate of good, hard, raw vegetables and while she ran and got some vibrant red Dots to add to her plate, the veggies all got eaten in the end.
I thought sugar was supposed to make you crash? I came home from my horticulture class a little after nine, expecting her to be out for the count. Instead she jumped on the computer until...eleven? I think it was somewhere around there. I went to bed long before she did.
We're embracing all the childhood vices at once;)
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While I have a quick minute, I'll tell you about my embarrassing efforts on the elliptical machine at the gym. That was a workout for my fingers. Why does no one else look like they are hanging on for dear life? I thought I was going to hurt myself real bad. After about 20 sweaty and agonizing minutes, I decided my time would be better spent riding a stationary bike or rolling with my old nemesis, the treadmill. The old people were monopolizing the rest of the equipment. I picked the bike because it was closer to the television with the - why do I care?!?!?! - Victoria Beckham interview.
I like your approach to the candy - letting her regulate a limited resource seems like it'll work well for her. (and I loooove the costume)
Posted by: Rebecca H. | November 03, 2007 at 07:32 AM
I'd have endured one of those rowing machines... just for Victoria Beckham.
Why do I care?!?!?!
Posted by: water | November 04, 2007 at 11:08 PM
Did you bump up the resistance on the elliptical? If its too low you get the hamster on the wheel effect and poop out before your time.
Just a thought.
Posted by: Sarah K | November 05, 2007 at 04:29 PM
You know, I have no idea what was happening with the resistance or anything. The controls were not particularly user-friendly.
Posted by: triple P | November 06, 2007 at 07:06 PM
Next time try the arrow buttons that say 'level' or something to that effect and start at 8 or so. Or, heck, find that surly gym rat in the Y t-shirt who's supposed to help you and make her or him work!
Posted by: Sarah K | November 07, 2007 at 07:57 PM
Our surly gym rat is a very well-coiffed ex-television star pushing 80. He LOVES to chat (about himself) and help out and chat (about himself) some more.
I'm going to try that level 8 thingamagig.
Posted by: triple P | November 07, 2007 at 09:28 PM