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Silent Sunday

26 Jul

Yesterday, I did something I had been thinking about doing for a while: observing a silent Sunday – no radio, no TV, no phone, no computer. (I did use my phone to call my mom however – but I think that’s an acceptable exception.)

I first noticed a difference when driving to church. My instinct was to mute out the silence by turning on the radio in the car. But I decided not to. I actually enjoy driving in silence.

Then I noticed when I got home from church and made lunch. Normally, I would turn the TV on for just a bit while eating lunch. But I enjoyed my meal instead.

Then after running errands, I again felt the urge to plop in front of the TV and just veg for a while. I instead read my book about marathon running and took an hour-long nap.

After my nap, it was time for a run. When I got back from that, I did some strength training and it was SO tempting to turn the TV on to distract me from the tedious task of situps, pushups, and squats. But I didn’t. I forged through distractionless and when I was done, I took a shower, made dinner, called my mom and then went to bed, where I read my book for another hour.

While I don’t know if I feel more peaceful without all the noise and distraction, I do know that I accomplished a heck of a lot more yesterday! TV has a way of sucking you and stealing your time. Just the fact that I thought about turning the TV on so many times throughout the day shows me that I watch TV way too much.

So I’m going to start a habit of this – one day a week of no technology (unless it’s talking on the phone to family and friends). Sunday seems like a great day for this, unless I’m driving home from a work trip – then music in the car is a NECESSITY and I’ll have to make it Silent Monday, although the alliteration makes Sunday more fun.

What will Travis have to say about this? I’m going to kindly ask (and nudge) that he does it with me for at least a couple of weeks. If at that point, he just can’t stand it, he can do whatever he wants as long as I don’t hear it or get sucked into it.

I really hope that I do end up more peaceful as a result of this – and that maybe I’ll end up with Silent Weeks (as least as far as the radio and TV are concerned.) ūüėČ

Chocolate Sunday

19 Jan

After gorging ourselves silly on cookies, cakes, bars, and fudge over the Christmas holiday, Travis and I decided to limit our sweets intake to one day a week–Sunday. The first week was rough. I craved chocolate, candy, and ice cream just about every waking moment (but thankfully, I did not dream about it). The 2nd week was better. Last week was no problem. I can handle this no-sweets-until-Sunday thing.

That is, until Sunday. I tried to tell myself that just because I was allowed to eat chocolate, didn’t mean I had to.

I didn’t listen.

I blame Saturday. It got me on the wrong track. For some strange reason, I was absolutely starving on Saturday. I had eaten 1,000 calories well before noon. Finally, we got out of the house and went ice skating on a frozen lake up in Evergreen, CO. I am surprisingly a very good ice skater, considering I’ve ice skated probably 3 times in the past 4 years. Travis and I hit the hockey puck around for about an hour and then my toes had frozen so we left.

We had dinner at One World Cafe, on Charlie’s recommendation (Trav’s boss). I had a glass of Riesling on a how-in-the-world-could-it-possibly-be-empty-considering-all-the-food-you’ve-eaten-today stomach–meaning¬†it gave me a little¬†buzz.¬†So after dinner, we mosied next door to Cactus Jack’s, a bar full of rough middle-aged mountain folk and a¬†handful of no-good¬†college students. I had¬†2¬†vodka cranberries and a basket of¬†fries¬†while Travis shot antelope and¬†zebras on Big Buck Hunter. After about 30 minutes,¬†Trav’s boss, Charlie, and his wife, Karen, showed up so we hung out with them for a while.

If you haven’t guessed, that basket¬†of¬†fries was totally uncalled for. And 1 glass of wine + 2 vodka cranberries is more than enough booze to get me slightly drunk (I am a total lightweight). So I woke up¬†Sunday morning swearing off hard liquor (darn¬†vodka!) and¬†greasy foods.

Oh, but my delicious chocolate was conveniently exempt from those 2 categories.

After a sensible breakfast of Cherrios with a sliced banana and 1% milk (and possibly a coffee topped with about 4 inches of fat-free Cool whip), we went to church. After church, we went to Walmart, where I proceeded to buy my absolute favorite Easter candy: a Reese’s peanut butter egg. They are delicious. I decided to share the egg with Travis so that I wouldn’t feel SO guilty about eating the 180-cal egg-shaped bundle of chocolatey, peanut buttery goodness. There was one little chunk left and I was going to let Travis have it. At the same moment that I held it out to him, he grabbed the gum out of his mouth and flung it in my direction into a garbage can…

…effectively hitting my hand so that the Reese’s chunk flew up into the air¬†and then¬†down onto the Walmart parking lot.

I stood there making a pouty face for about 30 seconds before I deftly picked the¬†chunk up and popped it into my mouth. Hey–I wasn’t about to let it go to waste!

Travis later told me that when he saw me do that, he realized how desperate I was for chocolate and knew that there was no hope for me.

I finished what I started by eating a minty chocolate layered bar, a chocolate-covered peanut butter ball, and 2 heaping bowls of Moose Tracks ice cream.

It was a quite a feat, I tell ya. I mean, not everyone can eat¬†an entire day’s worth of calories in CHOCOLATE (although I’m willing to bet that any female could!)

It makes me wonder if I’m really¬†benefitting from this whole sweets-only-on-Sundays plan or if it’s just turning me into a chocolate craving maniac? I guess we’ll find out next Sunday… ūüôā