Dunkin Donuts & Me: A Love Story

My name is Alovelydai and I am addicted to Dunkin Donuts iced beverages. (Hi Alovelydai) It's now been 26 hours since my last drink and I'm already contemplating the 10 mile round trip to the nearest DD for a Vanilla Bean Coolatta. It is the equivalent of drinking frozen cake and who wouldn't want some of that. I don't think I can resist them or a DD when I drive by. 

I see a DD and my heart race goes up. I can spot them out in any city, in any where USA. The pink & orange logo, the huge coffee cup that adorns most locals, I heart it all. Most of them time I'm not even thinking about DD or their tasty goodness & then I turn a corner and there it is. I see a drive thru and my car goes on cruise control. I start practicing my order in my head: small, french vanilla ice coffee, little cream, 3 splenda. Thank you much.  America I run on Dunkin.

Will that be all? Why yes, why else would anyone come to Dunkin Donuts? Who needs pastries, bagels & flat bread sammies when they can yummy coffee deliciousness? I don't know those people. But if I did I'm sure they would agree that the new cheesy bagel twists are the perfect compliment.

This morning I had a face off with myself. I knew the DD was fast approaching but I had thwarted my taste buds with chocolate soy milk (a ritual I've practiced for months now). It didn't work. The sweet chocolaty taste gave way to the salty veggie cream cheesy flat bread slices that I had. I could pop some gum in submissive fashion to my tongue but the DD was right there...drive thru & all.

Do I have enough time? Yes. Great. Let's Do It.
NO! Wait, one or two a week is what we agreed on right Alovelydai?
But this can be number two!
No, don't forget Sunday morning.
Oh that doesn't count.
Why Not?
'Cause it was free!
Oh so just because the newest DD had a grand opening free coffee extravaganza that doesn't count? 
NO! It doesn't. I wasn't even trying to get coffee. I was just getting groceries near by & noticed the radio station van & orange & pink balloons. What would you have done?

"Hello, Thanks for choosing Dunkin Donuts. Would you like to try a delicious Coolatta?"

Sigh.It's like the heavens have opened in my honor...the rays cascade down to the speaker box. They had me at hello.

Yes, yes I will! 

Countdown to the Carribean

There are goals to this metamorphosis. So what are they?

1. To get healthy. Don't we all say this? I used to be. I actually prefer raw foods to dead ones. This should be easy right?
2. I want to look better naked. Not that anyone beside me cares.
3. I want to take better pictures. How shallow of me? Who cares. The thing is. I take really great pictures of myself. Then I get tagged on Facebook & I'm like "Who the hell is that?" Looks like I swallowed myself.
4. I want to set a better example for my teenage daughter. I just sent her upstairs to avoid eating late. She'll thank me later. She'll thank me tomorrow after her swim party.
5. I want to be more active. I think I wouldn't suck at volleyball or zumba or tennis.
6. I want to rid myself of my hair's fear of sweat. She no likey. I stand up for her.
7. I have jeans that are wasted away. That's gotta be bad for the environment right.
8. I want to accept my old friends request to catch up over dinner without them wondering what happened to me.
9. I want to be too pretty to be pretty. My mom says I'm too pretty to be phat.
10. I want to live longer in my old age.

But above all. I want to do a strip tease for my hubby and when I back it up and make it clap I need not for my tummy to roll. We're planning our 5th year anniversary on the islands and we want to renew our vows. Just us...on the beach...before God, the ocean, & the sand.

When we married I was two weeks from giving birth to our son. He married me at my heaviest ever! Those pictures will never be framed.

Although he's gained happy married weight too it looks good on him. And when he has to buy a bigger belt or larger slacks it's almost cute & endearing. Me not so much.

I Feel Bad About My Tummy

I feel bad about my tummy.

It can't be sucked in anymore. A weekend liquid diet would not flatten this tire.

I feel bad about my tummy.

My baby is 4 years old. He's no longer my excuse.

I feel bad about my tummy.

It can't hide under jeans or jackets.

I feel bad about my tummy.

I can't find my waist.

I feel bad about my tummy.

It's now a perfect hand warmer in the winter.

I feel bad about my tummy.

It's wrinkled and sags sad.

I feel bad about my tummy.

If I had hips my front flab could at least create an hour glass figure. Right?

I feel bad about my tummy.

It weighs they same as it did when it housed my son.

I feel bad about my tummy.

It feels bad about me.

Where's the Beef?

Why now?

It's been years since I've added to my waist line. Years since I stopped moving and fell food into mouth for tasty eats. Who cares about this married mom of two? Who has something negative to say about me? Well no one. At least not to my face.

I once overheard my ex-boyfriend tell my bestie how he would take me to Cancun if I lost 20 lbs. When I caught him cheating on me the girl he was fucking told me that he didn't like me anymore because I was fat. Wow. Who knew? Truth was when I met him I was 21 years old & heavy into a severe heartbreak Taebo diet. I was the smallest I had ever been. I rocked tube tops & minis. I was that chick. You couldn't tell me nothing.

When we met I was years into my no pork, no beef, no processed foods, no soda lifestyle diet. In fact when he invited me to dinner he prepared two meals. Fish for me, steak for him. Six months later he offered me a piece of his steak. I declined. He offered again. Well okay just a little piece. It all came tumbling down after that. A piece turned into a whole porterhouse steak. The steak turned into a hamburger. The hamburger turned into hot dogs. That was over a decade ago. And while I still refrain from pork and soda I've been asking where's the beef ever since.

My Yummy Hubby is Trying to Kill Me

So after a nice game of um...yahtzee...my yummy hubby asked if I wanted anything. It was really late. And I know better but after a long, hot, sweaty, game of yahtzee this girl wanted something. Hmmm?

"A slice of key lime pie & raspberry lemonade." It knew it was a bad idea before I got the lem in lemonade.

My hubby the consumate taker care of-er got up to fetch my request. He returned with a 2pm slice of pie & a 3pm cup of juice. It was midnight and I had to be up at 5 to get my day started.

I devoured my sweet treats (yahtzee does this to me) and I fell fast asleep. The next morning my finger and toes are numb, my arms & legs feel like molasses was running through them & I felt ill. If sugar shock was real I was living it.

This is not the first time I've succumbed to his delicious temptations.

It started years ago and it was simple. He worked late & I would wait up to eat with him. Then it was late nights at the diner. Or quick trips for chili dogs. Or strawberry shakes & fries. I couldn't resist. My brainiac tape player would not allow me to say no to food. People are starving in Africa you know. Someone has to feed them or me...Live Aid became Live Dai!

But this was the kicker. I don't want to wake up ill anymore. I don't want to watch the pounds continue to creep up on me. I tell the hubby to please stop offering me things. It's too hard to turn down food. He obliges me for now but it's in his nature to please me. It's also in my nature to eat.

This late night binging stops now! Journey with me.