Friday, January 22, 2010

I Should Probably go to Therapy for This,

but before I break out the big bucks, I'll seek some advice from y'all.

I do my best not to have good treats in my house.  My personal rule for treats is this: If I want it, I can have it, but I have to go out and get it.  When I really want something yummy, I pack Logan up and we go get treats.  Our favorite destinations are the hand dipped chocolate shop down the street, and the gelato cafe by Grandma's.  We usually take these outings monthlyish.

I do keep some yucky treats around the house for Logan occasionally. He doesn't know they are yucky. I did the same thing in my classroom.  When I gave the kids treats, I chose treats that I could resist.  I do not have a weakness for some things (gummy worms, taffy, sweet tarts, jolly ranchers, hard candy, etc.).  

Why have I resorted to this?  Because if I have a bag of Almond Joys, a box of chocolate cake donuts, Oreo cookies, or a large quantity of some other delectable indulgence sitting around, I will eat it until it is gone.  Some people can eat things until they are gone over two weeks, or a month.  I eat it until it is gone in two days.  

My brain damaged thinking in the moment is this:  If I eat this, it will be gone, and then it won't be here to tempt me anymore.  Wow.  

In a moment of strength, I have been known to throw very yummy things away so I won't eat them.  Ashamedly, I have also been known to pull things back out.  Wow.

Logan and I love to bake on Sunday.  I usually justify breaking my rule about going out to get treats in the name of a math lesson on measurement and some fine motor skill development. This week we made chocolate coconut cookies.  I decided to only cook one pan and freeze the rest of the dough.  I woke up the next morning and started eating the dough.  After eating half of it, I just baked the rest, most of which I ate. Again, wow.   

I have tremendous admiration for people who can keep a candy dish with M & Ms in their living room.  Part of me wants to have things around, and learn to not eat them, so I can model healthy restraint for Logan.  The other part of my does not want to fight the personal battle that would require.  

Saturday, January 2, 2010

After Opening Christmas Presents

we set off for our annual pilgirmage to the beach. I still feel like a little girl when we finally make it to Hwy 1. I still want to jump out of the car and run to the ocean. We had a glorious trip.

Logan made great use of his bucket and shovel.



Grandma and Grandpa started this tradition 50 years ago. They are nearing 80, but they are still coming.


Logan is digging a hole for the octopus. No kidding. A real one. Very cool. His hole also temporarily housed a purple sea slug, about which he was very concerned. "Mom, it is bleeding purple blood." Ink.


Notice the kelp on the tower. Nice touch.


Logan watching the football game from the sidelines.


Logan on his way to body board with Uncle Steve and Grandma.


Ocean kayaking in the campground.





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