Trigger (heh) warning: If you happen to be a sissy, the following might trigger you into sucking your thumb and curling up into the fetal position for anywhere from five minutes to several days. Do not read this post if this is something you’re capable of. I haven’t sucked my thumb since I was knee-high to a grasshopper (I think I was 3) and the last time I was in the fetal position, I was actually in the womb, a person like me would be reasonably safe to read what I’m about to write. You have been trigger (heh) warned.
My daughter, for my 50th birthday, baked me the most delectable carrot cake (with cream cheese icing, of course) to ever have passed my lips. It was one of those cake eating experiences that, because it’s so utterly fantastic, makes you close your eyes in ecstasy the first several bites.
So there I am last night, sitting on the couch after a big, fast Thursday night ride (36 total miles) and, because I’m so attuned to what my body is telling me, my body says, “Hey, yo! Down here! Hey, I need some carrot cake down here!”
Well, now that’s a reason to rejoice right there! My body says it needs carrot cake! Well, you know what happens next: I’m ass-deep in cream cheese icing when I realized I’d made a mistake in interpretation…
My body only asked for carrots. My melon filled in the “cake” part.
Oops.
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Wait, what? There’s no carrots in carrot cake? Bang goes one of my five a day!
Oh, don’t fret, brother! There ARE carrots in carrot cake. You just get more carrot for fewer calories by actually, you know, eating a plain old carrot.
Happy Birthday! Welcome to Cycling Past Fifty!! 😊🎉🎂
😊 Thanks, Michele!
Hahaha! Is that bit like right now how my body is asking for chicken, but my melon is interpreting that as a big ass southern fried chicken burger with a side of chunky fries? 🙂
Exactly! Welcome to the party! LOL!
I crave a big stick of raw broccoli. Said no-one. Ever…
I think I’m getting the hang of this!
You’re right in the wheelhouse!
You have so many thing to celebrate! Eat the cake and ride on.
I shall! Thank you.
I know what you are talking about, it is like when I try to drive past dairy queen and the car pulls right in. Thanks for the morning laugh.
That’s exactly what I was referring to, Geri. Thank you, and it’s my pleasure.