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A Splurge

This weekend I admit I splurged.  I just had to have it!

As I walked down the West Village cobblestone streets, with my family, strolling in and out of the trendy boutiques, admiring the store front windows, peeking in the high-end mom and pops restaurants envisioning ourselves eating there someday, meandering through a couple of my favorite side streets admiring the beautiful brownstones on Charles and Perry, yet knowing all too well, what was tempting me only one block away.  Was I trying to purposely distract myself by taking slight detours, was I trying to use the cute boutiques and cafes as deterrents?  Somehow, I’m not sure how, I don’t think I know how it happened, but I ended up face to face with it.  There it was in the window looking right at me.  It was a Magnolia cupcake!

It had been so very long.  I remembered waiting in their outside line for up to an hour, wrapped around the corner, on hot summer days or at 2am, just for a cupcake; however, for the last year sweets have been off-limits, while I worked tirelessly to lose my post-pregnancy weight.  I’m oh-so-close to reaching my goal!  I have now lost almost 50 pounds, with 5 pounds still looming over me.  Everything that has entered my mouth, for the last year, has been a calorie count.   Dieting has not been easy, to say the very least, and as I looked at the cupcake in the window, I saw my 5 pounds staying with me a little longer, but didn’t care.  This was no ordinary cupcake and today was the day.  I was going to splurge.

 Magnolia is a cozy vintage bakery that has become iconic over time.  Cupcakes lovers and tourists from all over will  stand in line, at all hours, for hours, for one small cupcake.  The old fashioned store has been feature on numerous TV shows and popular movies.  When entering, you hand pick a soft colored vanilla or chocolate cupcake, probably take a picture or two, or someone may ask you to take their picture.  After I took a happy cupcake lover’s picture, I carefully picked my splurge and chose water over milk; a little less calories and a little less guilt.

We walked over to a park bench, I carefully unwrapped the cupcake and took my, which felt like my first ever, bite; sweet, moist, and oh-so-decedent, just as I remembered.  I took only a couple bites, stopped just before the guilt set in and felt satisfied.  Delicious!  Hit the spot!

Maybe on our next stroll in the West Village I’ll be down the last 5 pounds of baby weight and my reward will be the whole cupcake!  A reward at the calorie counting finish line!

Do you have a favorite type of food you indulge in?  What are your taste buds’ weakness?

Until next ride,

Amy

Father’s Day is Sunday!

Each year in June, I always ask myself that not so easy question, ‘What am I going to do for Father’s Day?’  How can I truly let my father know how much he is loved?  Is there something out there, big enough?

Let me tell you a little about my dad…

He is a true family man.  A man who would give the shirt off his back for his loved ones, a man who asks for very little,  a man who has worked to the bone to provide for his family, a man who would come home from a long tough day at work and would have no expectations, because the love from his family was enough.  Gifts were never expected for any occasion, but he was always very grateful when he received one.  In an emergency, such as a stubbed toe or scratched finger, he always took it very serious and never dismissed a ridiculous story to how it happened.  My father saw the weekends as sacred family time and not a day went by without an I love you.  He has always been simple in his wants, yet there is nothing simple, at all, about my dad.  Through the challenges of parenthood, his love has never stopped and never wavered.

So how will I honor such a great man on Father’s Day this year, you ask … with a fruit basket.  No need to reread it, you’re eyes are not playing tricks on you, it is true, a fruit basket.  I have asked him for 35 years what he would like for Father’s Day and he always has the same reply, ‘Nothing, just time and love from my family’.  Since I am now 3,000 miles away, I will have to rely on Plan B.  I happen to know my father loves food and loves to eat.  So this year, a fruit basket will have to say, I love you.  Keeping it healthy, since I want to make sure we have many more years with such a great father.  Just hope he knows, he is loved much more than a fruit basket.

This weekend we will be taking a family trip to the Central Park Zoo, so Maddie can honor her father.  Dean, who may not have 35 daddy years under his belt yet, has definitely shown Madison what a great father he is and will be.  This weekend, no gifts will be handed, no top-notch event will be thrown, just a day with the family celebrating a father and daughter’s love.  Something I have learned from my father.

What plans do you have for Father’s Day?  Would love to hear!  Have a great weekend!!

Until next ride,

Amy

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