Curse You, Mickey D! Damn You, Dunkin Donuts!

My eyes were opened in a shocking way last week. I was looking forward to a new haircut and color and made an appointment with my favorite stylist. She has her own shop and recently moved to a new location. As part of the change, she now styles hair in front of a full-length mirror. OMG! I discovered (well, I acknowledged…) that I have enough middle-age spread for 2 middle-aged women! What a buzz-kill.

I’m blaming the above-named parties for their Mocha Frappes and Coffee Coolattas and Iced Lattes. I finally wised up to the fact that I’m not really drinking coffee, but actually an ice-cream mixture with maybe a drop of coffee thrown in the mix. I became addicted to these since the Frappes were introduced (that being my drug of choice). The large size has well over 600 calories.

I will be going through frappe-withdrawal, as I’ve made up my mind that I’ve got to stop before it’s too late. My pants are getting tighter and Dunlap’s disease is evident – as in my tummy dun-lapped over my waistband. I’ve got less than 80 days before my husband and I go on our celebration cruise. Time to get back in shape. Mickey D, you won’t be seeing me. Dunkin Donuts – your stock prices will be dipping, not your donuts. My morning coffee will now be a cup of the office brew. And my drink during the day will be a wonderful tea blend I bought this weekend – it’s called Trade Winds and has a wonderful coconut and mango flavor.

Speaking of this weekend – what a wonderful weekend it was. We visited my dear sister and her husband. My son and (future) DIL were also able to join us, with our grandson. We spent Saturday afternoon with my younger sister and her family. We swam in the pool and sat in the shade and shared some wonderful food. It was a great time and I was sorry to see the weekend come to an end.