I think I’ve mentioned this before…that across the street from my office there is a Bulk Barn which as their website says, carries “over 4000 products – everything from soup to nuts, candy, snacks, baking and candy-making ingredients and supplies, cereals, grains, spices from the everyday to exotic, dried fruits, nutritional vitamins and supplements, health and natural food products, and pet food…”
Yeah, all you need to know is that they sell chocolate. Chocolate in bulk. If you know me at all, you know that I am OBSESSED with chocolate. Especially milk chocolate. And so are most of my colleagues. So the staff over there know us pretty well. They other day, the dietitian I work with and I were over there (buying chocolate – obvi) and we overheard this conversation between the cashier and the man in line in front of us:
Cashier: Are these the regular yogurt pretzels or the Greek yogurt pretzels?
Man: The Greek ones.
Cashier (while ringing them through): Oh, these are so good for you – that Greek yogurt is so healthy.
Man: I know, right? Am so glad they’ve made the pretzels with them on it.
Cashier: Yes, I eat them all the time now!
The dietitian and I just exchange looks of both “I think I’m going to burst out laughing” mixed with, “I hate the food industry”. And, if you were curious, here’s why:
They say that they are covered in Greek yogurt, that’s gotta be healthy, right?
By all means, eat your Greek yogurt pretzels while I eat my chocolate covered almonds (and enjoy them), just please do so knowing that it’s not a HEALTHY snack, it’s a treat.
Last night I decided to do something I rarely do: have a bath. I find them, in general, claustrophobic, but if I can have the window open and a fresh breeze (“fresh” last night was 36F) then I can somewhat enjoy some relaxation. This week at work I’ve been sitting more than usual and I can feel it in my body – it’s achy. So that’s what inspired the bath. Trying to loosen up the stiff muscles. Yes, with my devil duck. LOL
It was good. I read for a while and then, when I started to feel a wee bit claustrophobic despite the breeze, I got myself out and into bed. And into an ABSOLUTE COMA. Like deep sleep I have NEVER been in sober. When my alarm went off this morning, my first thought, seriously, was, “OMG, why did I set my alarm for 2am” – because that’s what it felt like. But when I opened my eyes, the clock read – 6am. Which is even an hour later than normal!! I’m running with my team tonight after work so no need to get up at the ungodly hour of 5am.
Abby also would have liked to stay in bed this morning (what else is new??!!).
“Mom, can we just stay inside and you can rub my belly?”
“Mom, I’m serious. I don’t want to do this.”
p.s. I REALLY hope that my day gets off on a better “foot” than it has so far…