Many of you have emailed with questions regarding ice box cake. When I say many, I probably mean 1 or 2 of you tweeted me. Possibly 3. It's hard to remember. I don't sleep much and I gave birth 6 months ago, so I am unapologetically still suffering from a hormone hangover. Spell check is telling me unapologetically is spelled incorrectly. But I googled it and it's not. Stupid spell check.
Ice box cake is whip cream and chocolate wafers. That's it. And it's the type of thing that tastes even better the next day. Or even two days later. By the third day, it's a little stale. But you'll be done with it by the third day, trust me.
The Ice box cake I made the other day felt like an end of a bender. I'm trying not to obsess over the fact that there are a few extra baby pounds refusing to just disappear. Pounds that actually AREN'T water weight, but rather evidence of a few too many Ben & Jerry episodes shared with my equally pregnant partner. Back when we were simultaneously pregnant, that is. (what? you've never done that?)
I'm actually going to have to DO SOMETHING in order to take off the remaining weight. Ugh. Seriously?
It's not even that I don't have time. Though trust me, I absolutely DON'T have time. These twins hand me my ass on a daily basis.
It's not even that I don't feel physically motivated. But trust me again. I sleep SO LITTLE I can nap standing. I'm not exaggerating. And I am an exaggerator. But I'm not here.
It's not even that I don't like running or walking or biking. Because I actually sometimes do. Sorta. About five minutes into it for the length of one rockin' P!nk song.
I'll tell you what the problem is.
My living room.
It's making it impossible for me to start the P-90X program.
And the fact the program demands I take a "before" picture. (shudder).
I'm at a crossroads in my life. I can choose to become a fat mom who has swinging under arms, or I can pull my shit together and do the P-90X program. The choice seems simple.
No more excuses. But I'm not posting the "before" shot until the "after" shot.