Being an adult

   When you're 12 years old, 18 feels so old!  I recently had a client come into the spa who is a junior in high school. The older I get the harder it gets to tell what age kids are now.  It is funny how things change and how after you turn 30, 18 years old seems so young.  If I could go into a time machine and travel back to the late 90s, I would tell myself to not worry so much.  Of course, I would tell myself that now too; I'll let you know how that works out for me. 

   I bring this up because last night after work I went to the store to pick up a few things for breakfast this morning and something sweet to snack on later.   I randomly got a basket full of bottled seltzer water, cheese, breakfast items and Little Debbie zebra cakes.  Somewhere my friend and personal trainer, Tina, is crying.  haha  Listen, I love my sweets, I eat right most of the time and when I want to eat food that's horrible for me, I accept the consequences. 
    I get to the check out and everything rings through except the Little Debbie snack cakes I was trying to buy.  There was a line piling up behind me and I was so embarrassed!  I took it as a sign I shouldn't buy the snack cakes, but I was already there and now I was craving them, so I pressed on.  Knowing I had nothing else sweet to snack on in the house didn't  help either.  The woman scans, scans again, punches it in, someone comes over to help her, and I am getting more and more embarrassed about my juvenile purchase.  Finally she gets it punched in correctly and I got out of there quickly. 

    When I got home I told Adam how embarrassed I was about the whole thing and he said, "It's not like you were buying condoms."  Good point. I compared it to buying tampons when I was 20 years old. I remember the exact same thing happening to me and someone that knew me came up behind me in line too, trying to chat with me.  I was mortified.
   Now, I don't care. I guess I'm more concerned about how people perceive my eating habits than my monthly menstrual cycle? haha And honestly, don't those two usually go together anyway?

  
   xoxo,
  B