The Sugar Queen


Do you ever feel like the world inside your head is so much better than the one you actually live in?

I do.

That’s why I love writing fiction… it’s the adult version of playing pretend. Only, you can be as bossy as you want and your characters do the dramatic things you tell them to do. Nobody is arguing over who gets to play who.

This imaginary world I live in is also the reason I am able to stay thoroughly entertained on a piece of exercise equipment for an hour at a time armed with nothing more than headphones and awesome people watching skills.

This quality time with my brain is the reason I haven’t been posting “I’m going crazy” rants as often as I used to.

Unfortunately, shortly after I bragged about how healthy I am I came down with a serious sinus infection. I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger when he pulled that weird thing out of his nose in Total Recall… I’ll spare you the image, it’s really gross.

Up until this point I was on a fitness high. Everyday I would get my sweat on and feel awesome for the rest of the day. For the first few days of my illness I kept working out anyway. But by the end of the day I was completely drained.

Brent insisted that I take a few days off of working out to get healthy again and I argued of course because that’s what I do when people tell me what to do.

After feeling like crap for a few days I finally conceded, and by that I mean I skipped two workouts.

That’s when I could feel the funk starting to creep in. The one where my friend the excuse maker starts to rear her ugly head…

“It’s cloudy outside, you should drink some sugar coffee…”

“Your throat hurts, I think ice cream would help that…”

“You’re too sick to cook dinner, I think chinese is in order…”

I’ve been battling her all weekend. On one hand I want to take the bait because that’s really what I want, on the other hand I know what I need to do.

So far I’ve stayed strong… ninety percent of the time.

Since I couldn’t go to the gym and have pretend dance parties in my head I felt that a little fiction in my life was just what the doctor ordered.

So I finally bought my required reading for wine club… I mean, book club.

The Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen


When I put Penelope down for a nap I boycotted any type of house work and snuggled under my covers with a hot cup of tea and this book.

At first I thought this may not have been a very good idea because every chapter is named after a type of candy and the main character takes solace in her closet where she stashes away her sweets and romance novels… This is an all too familiar story.

So far there is more to the story than the cover eludes to and I’ve enjoyed the little mental vacation while my body stays on workout strike.

I’ll let you know if it’s worth the time when I’m done reading it. Until then I will continue to rest and resist the urge to pity eat.

FYI: When I was a kid my pretend name was Roxy… always Roxy. What was yours?


Yeah… so, do you remember that one time when I got cocky and decided to get all “bossy pants” on you guys and tell you all of the things that I’ve been doing to stay on track? Well, that may have been a bit premature.

I have worked out a total of ONE time this week. I could give you a list of excuses because there are plenty (aren’t there always?) but that would just be boring so we’ll skip that part.

Since I hadn’t worked out I was going nuts! I had been craving a good outdoor run all week and finally today I got the chance to do it.


Ahhhhh… those are angels singing

Today was gorgeous! It was a whopping 50 degrees outside so I strapped my baby in the jogging stroller (when she decided to go all Rosa Parks on me during nap time) and thawed out a little in the sunshine.

To be honest, I only really like to run when I’m in shape… and I’m not. But there is something to be said about putting in your ear buds and having a little afternoon dance party in your head.

What I like about running is the uninterrupted amount of time I get to spend daydreaming about how hot I will be in a few months. During these runs I’m no longer a 32-year-old lady with two kids but an 18-year-old whose milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they’re like it’s better than your’s, damn right…

Okay, I’ll quit.

Another reason I have to listen to music while I’m running is so that I can’t hear myself gasping for air. This is a key component.

One thing I’m sure of is that pushing a stroller while running isn’t as easy as it looks. So if you ever see some scrawny little lady pushing a double stroller at mock speed give her a high five… or don’t. That could get awkward because she won’t know it’s coming.

Up until this point, the weather had been so cold that you couldn’t stand to be outside for more than two seconds. I could feel my pores screaming for some vitamin D so I bought a ton of mushrooms which is supposed to be super high in it.

I got white button mushrooms and Portobello mushroom caps.

Yesterday, I smothered some grilled chicken in sautéed mushrooms and onions, topped it off with some shredded swiss cheese and broiled it until it was gooey and delicious.


Today, I stuffed one of the Portobello caps using this recipe. I made half of the spinach filling that the recipe calls for. After I removed the gills, I stuffed the cap with the mixture and baked it at 400 degrees for twenty minutes.

It looked like poop.


Well, at least in that picture it did. But it was SO yummy and filling too.

Wait… is this better?


Anyway, I’m a bit nervous about this week’s weigh-in since I haven’t worked out like I should have. Plus I’ve been stressed out, which usually translates into elevated cortisol levels which translates into belly fat. (Can you say poster child?) I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens. Wish me luck… I have a feeling I’m going to need it 🙂