Jeff and I took the kids to Florida on vacation for half of January.
It was the first time we’ve ever taken a two week vacation, and the first time to Florida. It was a great big ol’ adventure for us, and it was fantastic, even though some things were not what we had expected.
More on that later though.
I plan on sharing our trip with you in detail. It would be a travesty not too. I have way too many amazing photos and fun family adventures to recount. But, I want to share the tail end of my trip first.
To properly set up my story I need to tell you that Florida has Dunkin Donuts. California does not. That’s both a blessing and a curse. A curse because I LOVE Dunkin Donuts and a blessing because I can’t get my hands on them. When we arrived in Florida I spied a Dunkin Donuts right away. The very next day I went to purchase my beloved blueberry donut and they were out. I was disappointed and went back the next day. That day I couldn’t get one either. By this time the anticipation for just one blueberry donut was tremendous. The following day I finally got my greedy hands on a dozen donuts. Turns out that I’m not the only one that likes Dunkin Donuts. My kidlets do too. A lot. So, we bought Dunkin Donuts quite a few times in the two weeks we were in Florida.
The last day of our trip the kids and I decided that TWO donuts a piece was the only way to go.
They were good, too.
The only problem is that all those Dunkin Donuts added up, and I brought home 3 lbs. of Dunkin Donuts. On my body. It wasn’t quite the souvenir I was looking for, although to be fair, I knew I was doing my body a disservice by inhaling them. I should have looked at the caloric and fat content of the donuts at the beginning of the trip (rather than the end) and saved myself the bother of carrying home that unwanted baggage. It turns out that just 2 of those yummy, can-I-please-have-another donuts consistute about 2/3’s of my total daily calorie count.
That’s NOT good.
I was so appalled that I started a strict diet of no donuts yesterday. I worked out really well, too. Instead of actually eating them, I dreamt of them.
Tomorrow I have to tell you about our airplane ride home. Cindy Crawford was on board, and the story has a really great twist, or ending. It’s not just your regular old “Cindy Crawford was on my airplane story.”