Adventures On the Road

to get through a weekend in Detroit….

I made a New Year’s Resolution (and I’m making Nathan follow it as well). 

It’s time to curb my sweet tooth.  When I asked Nathan how many desserts/week we had….4…..5, he stopped me right there.  No need to count them, let’s just say….a lot.  In an effort to cut down on our dessert intake we have a couple new rules this year:

1.  No lunch time desserts

2.  Cut back to  2….or should it be 3 desserts/week (to which Nathan said, why did you bump it up to 3 so quickly?)

3.  Nathan’s rule:  Desserts on Wednesday and Friday.  I vetoed this rule.  What happens if we’re on the  road, I will not waste one of my dessert nights on a McFlurry!

4.  All World Famous Dessert places are exempt from the rules.  I vetoed this rule as well – we’re always somewhere with a world famous keylime pie, red velvet cake, etc

So official rules: No lunch time desserts.  2 Desserts/week

Now, you might laugh (as many have when I told them these rules) that we even have to make rules to cut down on our dessert in take.  But what you don’t realize is that I have no self-restraint.  In my previous life I just didn’t buy junk food and rarely bought sweets, so when I went out for dinner I was all about the desserts.  Now, eating in restaurants all of the time, it’s like an unlimited kitchen – so many options and I just can’t help it.  I’m weak!

It’s been 4 weeks and we’ve actually stuck to our new rules.  Although I will admit that sometimes I linger at the chocolate aisle at grocery stores, or gaze longingly at the ice cream flavours.  But, now I look at a dessert menu and say, ‘nope, nothing on this menu is worth a dessert night’.

The funny thing now is that once Sunday comes along, although in the past I felt a sense of dread at a new work week, now, I feel such happiness that the week is over and another dessert week begins!

What?  Did I just say that?  No, I don’t really mean that.  I feel like I do in fact live in Michigan now.  I’ve been here for 2 1/2 weeks all by myself.  I’ve been living in an apartment, making dinner every night, packing a lunch every day, and driving a mini van to work.  What?   Have I turned into a suburban housewife? 

All is going well right now.  I’m settling into life in the office and making the 40 min commute to the office.  My first time really driving in the US, and so far, not so bad.  It gives me 80 minutes a day when I am truly on my own and have the freedom to sing along with the radio, and make random comments to myself.  I am quite proud of myself and my proficiency with the mini van and the Michigan roads, which are not the easiest to navigate.  I have now experienced almost running out of gas and having to fill up in not the most desirable neighbourhoods… and lived to tell the tale!

I watched the season finale of The Bachelor last night. DO NOT judge me.  I couldn’t resist.  But, it took me on an emotional roller coaster and I got all worked up, so that will show me to get caught up with reality TV. 

Hope everyone is well!  Fingers crossed that I’m on the move out of Michigan soon…