Oatmeal A-la-froo-froo

Last night I went to a spin class at the gym.  Not all-business Brenda'a gym but you know, the gym where I am not a member.  The gym where I don't pay monthly dues.  You know, the one where they just let me in all willy-nilly and don't ask questions.  I'm loving this gym more and more.  Anyway, I met Rosemarie there for this spin class.  It was the most fun!  (Name that movie...April?)  Not!  This morning, the insides of my ass cheeks are quite sore.  It's because they make spin bike seats so small.  They make them for people with little-bitty, teeny-weeny arses.  My arse is not so little-bitty or teeny-weeny.  My arse hangs over the side of the seat and is no where to be found.  That seat is all up in my biz-ness.  If you know what I mean.  It's a problem but I don't care because I get to go take this spin class for free. So, I deal and suffer the next day.

After the spin class, I was explaining to Rosemarie (Hi Rosemarie!)  She started reading this little blog too!  I was explaining that Mrs. Brenda changed up my diet plan to include oatmeal and egg whites in the morning for breakfast instead of my usual quick and easy ultimate meal shake.  I was telling her that I added a few raspberries, a packet of splenda and a dash of cinnamon to my oatmeal.  She asked me if I had asked all-business Brenda about adding cinnamon to my oatmeal and wasn't sure if I could have cinnamon.  "Of course, what could be wrong with a little dash of cinnamon?I'm sure I asked.  I think I asked.  I believe she said it was ok."  But then I started to panic.  I couldn't remember if I had actually asked all-business Brenda about adding my favorite spice to my oatmeal.  Did I? Didn't I?  I couldn't remember and I was afraid of another verbal lashing.  I hate those verbal lashings.  So, I hopped right in my car and called all-business Brenda.  But she didn't answer.  I called her four hundred and thirty seven more times until she answered.  Turns out, she was at her bible study.  Oops, sorry!  But I couldn't go all night without knowing the answer to my cinnamon dilemma.  I love cinnamon.  I heart cinnamon.  Kelli + cinnamon = bliss.  If loving cinnamon is wrong - I don't want to be right.  I don't think I can live in a world without cinnamon.  In case you were wondering she said cinnamon was fine to add to my oatmeal.  Oh, thank goodness.  I was so worried.  Well, this morning she told me she had been thinking about my cinnamon question and that she doesn't think I should add cinnamon to my oatmeal.  Huh?  Say what?  Come again?    She said that I need to stop trying to make my food taste good and just think of it as fuel for my body.  "It's just like gasoline for your car."  She said.  "You are so worried about making your food taste good.  You need to just eat your oatmeal and quit trying to make it Oatmeal-a-la-froo-froo."  I didn't realize adding a sprinkle of cinnamon turned it into oatmeal-a-la-froo-froo.  Who knew?  Why can't the fuel I put in my body be good tasting gasoline?  I want super-premium unleaded fuel not just plain 'ol unleaded.  But I can't figure her out.  I can't explain her logic.  I don't even pretend to understand.  I just say, "Yes, ma'am.  All-righty then.  I won't make oatmeal a-la-froo-froo anymore.  Oatmeal a-la-froo-froo is now forever banned from my recipe repertoire." 

I think I will go daydream about cinnamon and fightin' my fat.