Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Day 63: guess not

I took two kids to Caribou to play while my oldest was at school. Of course, I had to have a latte.

Days 61 and 62: could I be back on track?

A latte-free weekend...

Friday, April 25, 2008

Days 51-60: a lotta lattes

I did predict that being on vacation would make it hard to avoid overpriced coffee drinks. I think I had a latte every day but one (that day, I wanted one, but just got too busy, ran out of time, and surprisingly, never passed by a Starbucks in our travels). Yesterday I had two, though, so I guess it evens out. Okay, so, I'm going to bed now, and maybe I can survive without one tomorrow and get back on track.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Day 50: premeditated latte

I decided to treat myself today, because I have a big job to tackle: cleaning out my van, not to mention packing for a trip and doing lots of dishes and laundry.

Day 49: a whole week

Seven days in a row of success!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Days 47 and 48: maybe there is hope for me

Well, it finally stopped raining on Saturday; instead, it snowed most of the day.
Talk about a good day for a latte, but I feel like planning ahead has been my best defense. Two more days of success puts me at six days in a row! Maybe I am getting out of the habit after all.
DANGER: I am about to go on vacation, and nothing gets me back in the latte habit like a trip. I'm not making any promises. I'll just try to remain latte-free as long as I can.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Day 46: temptation resisted

I hate to complain, it's not like we are getting tornadoes...but, is it ever going to stop raining? This is the fourth day that it has rained pretty much nonstop. Also, however, the fourth day in a row I haven't had a latte! Probably the longest I've gone since the first week I started this blog.
The temptation never leaves, though...I ran to the grocery store this evening, shivering as I hurried through the cold rain. I walked into the store and immediately saw a guy with a Starbucks cup. Mmmmm...up ahead was the Starbucks kiosk, the attractive sign looming over me as I returned a movie, calling out as I made my way to the bread aisle. But, I stuck to my guns.