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When life gives you lemons

It's the day I've been waiting for.
The cheat day!
To celebrate last night, I watched Les Miserables and had a margarita.
I know what you're saying: "Wait a minute, missy. Sunday is your cheat day. Saturday was a low carb day."
Okay, so a little slip. I've been good all week.
I've lost four pounds since Monday. Thank you, Chris Powell. Thank you, The Athletic Club!
Thank you fish and salad and roasted turnips.
Take that Doritos.
You know longer own me.
Yesterday was a bit of setback. I was frankly a little bummed.
Truth is, I went to get ice and it had all melted. Our $2,000 KitchenAid fridge was on the fritz.
Funny how my mum had the same fridge for twenty years and it chugged along sucking electricity and eventually became a beer fridge. The old fridges never died. They just ended up in land fill spewing freons and causing global warming and sharknados.
These new fancy appliances suck.
I've been through four food processors in my cooking life.
Four.
It's not like I was using them as woodchippers. The worst thing I put in them were the carrots for the slaw. I just don't understand it.
I've also been through a couple of blenders, eight microwaves and a ten toasters.
Those aren't that bad. They can be replaced. But a refrigerator!
I'm glad it's cheat day because we're going to have to cook everything in the freezer.
Guess we might as well have a party.
When life gives you lemons, you might as well make lemon meringue pie.
 

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