Conflict of Interest

The "bah-humbugs" probably started on Sunday when I picked up the paper from the driveway and it was soaking wet.  And it wasn't like we were having torrential rains, just some drizzle and it wasn't like the paper was not in one of those plastic baggy thingies, it was.  And it was the last straw.

I'm an old school girl who likes to get the paper.  Not necassarily for the news but more for the fluff.  I rarely read the first section where all the global news is.  I like to work the crossword that comes in the paper everyday. 

There.  Now you know.  I'm a dork.

So when the prospect of not working the crossword sat dripping in my hands, instead of doing what I usually do and try to dry out the paper by spreading it out all over the house, I threw it out and got online and logged onto my account and complained that my paper was wet and I wanted my account credited.

And DH went to Japan for business on Saturday so there was no one but the dog to tell me to quit being a grinch offer me any encouragement.  And Saturday started off with the speedometer on the car breaking just as I left DH at the airport for his trip.  I noticed it as I was just getting on the highway.  There was no other traffic around me that I could use to gage my speed.  I am the one who always gets caught for stuff so I knew I would be speeding and wouldn't realize it and get pulled over and the cop will think I'm lieing and drunk and taze me and throw me on the ground and handcuff me and take me to jail.

But I made it home.

Then I attempted to complete the holiday decorating of the home.  Which was mainly outside.  I was in and out of the front door and thought I had it closed but apparently not because the dog got out and I am so aware of my surroundings at all times I did not notice until I was finished and went in and...no dog.  I called and called...nothing...I rang the doorbell and that always sends her into fits of barking..nothing...great...I walked around the street calling and calling and looking and looking.....nothing.....I got into the car with the broken speedometer, risking another run in with the law, to drive around and look for her and just as I was pulling out of the driveway, there she was, standing on the sidewalk, looking at me like "where the h*ll are you going?".


I realized last week when I added my "Chocolate with Francois" button to the side of the blog that is was just below the "Scale Junkie" button and thought, hmm....that's not exactly 2 happy co-existing things! 

Or is it?

Why can't it be possible to enjoy cooking and enjoy weight loss and healthy living? 

When I cook, I am not eating.  I rarely even taste what I am cooking.  For one thing, I can smell and I can see so the tasting thing doesn't even occur to me and for another thing, it's kinda gross to me when people stick their finger in something and lick it. 

Add germ-o-phob to the dork thing.

When I am cooking, I am doing it for the enjoyment of others more than for my enjoyment.  Enjoyment in this case would be the eating part.  I do enjoy the cooking part.  The cooking part is more like creating and I'm really into that process.  If what I am cooking is not a meal, like cookies or sweets, I am sure to disperse those out to others who would enjoy them.  That takes them out of my reach and therefore, my mouth!  So I cook/create,  disperse when necassary and take some pics. 

I'm loving the whole taking pics part too!

Add freak to germ-o-phob and dork thing.

I am going to continue to cook/create/photograph and eat healthy/sensibly/workout.

Do you think it's possible to be successful with a conflict of interest?