Mr. G, honey is going to try and fatten me up for the big V-Day, as in Be My Valentine. I know it. It’s coming. I don’t need a divining rod to suss this out. I just know. I can feel it. Like a cramp. He’s going to make dinner reservations, buy chocolates. For me. It’s romantic. A lovely romantic gesture. But. Noooooooooooooo. No. No. No.

I’m sparking with SparkPeople. I’m making progress. Go Team! And there is still birthday cake in the freezer. To be precise, there is Pioneer Woman’s Best Chocolate Sheet Cake. Ever. And it is. In all of its buttery goodness. I love Pioneer Woman.

Last week, here in my neck of the neighborhood, it was a hot mess. It was the neverending hot mess. On Wednesday, there were EMTs. Here. In my house. I heart you guys. Thank you.  By Saturday, I was squishing around in water…in the carpet…in my bedroom…on the second floor. Monday morning my contractor sent the wonder boys — and they are — over to climb on the roof and remove a motherlode of ice from my rain gutters. Yes, we’ve been having one of those freeze/thaw, lots of snow and ice-damming winters. The wonder boys were in the attic…in my office…above my working bookcases. Carpet and underlay are pulled up. Fans are running. Insurance Guy is coming today.

I’m an emotional eater. I could eat all of the leftover birthday cake myself. All. Of. It. SparkPeople is the only thing keeping me from doing that right now. This is how I know Mr. G, honey has plans to fatten me up with comfort food for Valentine’s Day. I know what I know. SparkPeople would say — That’s okay. Go to dinner. Just watch your portions. Choose some healthy alternatives. But right now, I’m an emotional-eater-on-the-edge. I will have no self-control.

Sure. It will all start innocently enough. I’ll order sparkling water and then say, What’s one little drink? This is V-Day, and it’s been a very bad week. Verra. I deserve this drink. The one little drink will be very tasty and I’ll say, This bread basket has some whole grain rolls in it. I could have a little healthy whole grain roll? And what’s one pat of butter on V-Day? It’s been a very bad week. Verra. I deserve butter. The next thing you know I’m saying, Steak. Garlicky Mashed Potatoes. Green Beans — for a healthy heart. Crème Caramel. And I’m on a magic carpet ride heading for Mount Doom.

Mr. G, honey. Love of my life. I’d settle for one of your mind-blowing, toe-curling, time-stopping kisses. Oh, yeah. That says, Be Mine.

And this is why… blogging has been sporadic. Yep. This is why.

Elen