I sensed the need for another confessional. I hope you all derive some sort of satisfaction or joy out of my faux pas.

First of all, I wore heels today.

I had a business trip and it’s hot out, so the outfit that I chose only looked right with heels.

I regretted it the moment I took my first step. So much so that I’m looking for someone who is willing to don on my pointy-toed stilettos and give me a swift kick in my bum, because apparently the pains in my knees and feet aren’t bad enough.

Second of all, I totally botched an extremely easy dessert recipe. And it involved ice cream, which is another pain-inducing vice of mine. Dave had some serious recon efforts while I was away all day.

So I can neither cook nor practice self control. Someone, please kick me again.

Or, I’ll just share the recipe with you. Be warned, this is NOT the most healthy dessert you’ll find on this blog, and for that reason it might be the tastiest (but I did include some healthier substitutions…I know, you love me).

My mom used to make this for us all the time, and I believe that recipe came from a friend of hers. I should send her a thank-you note. You should too.

Cold and Crunchy

2 1/2 c. crisped rice cereal
1 c. shredded coconut (healthier version: unsweetened coconut)
1 c. broken pecans
1 stick butter (healthier version: only 5 tbsp butter)
3/4 c. brown sugar (healthier version: replace with 1/2 c. honey)
1 gallon vanilla ice cream, slightly softened (healthier version: frozen vanilla yogurt)

Pre heat oven to 300 F.

Combine rice cereal, coconut, pecans, and butter and cook in oven (healthier version: include honey), stirring occasionally until evenly browned (about 30 minutes). Mix in brown sugar (healthier version: omit). Press half of the rice mixture in the bottom of a 9×13 pan. I don’t add the pecans because Dave doesn’t like them! Eep!

Cover with the ice cream then add the rest of rice mixture on the top. Cover and freeze!

I confess, I love this stuff. And all of the discomfort my lactose intolerance may cause might just be worth it. Phew! that felt good to get out

Oh, wait, there’s more: I have to admit that I did not get up at 5 am this morning. I didn’t get up at 5:30 when I re-set my alarm. No, I did not get up to exercise at all. All that I did was lose some precious minutes of sleep because of that danged alarm. I need to learn that morning exercising is  not my thing—sleep is.

I know Dave is considering a brief moment in my Nine West heels to kick me because he is thoroughly sick of my phone chirping “Calypso” at the butt crack of dawn. I don’t blame him.

I also have to confess that I noticed that no one was tweeting me at 5 am, so I’m wondering if I’m the only one who deserves a stiletto in the rear today? Eh?

Are you a morning or evening exerciser? What are your tricks for keeping yourself on a schedule?

Obviously I am not a morning person, but I will run in the AM on weekends when I can get up at a reasonable time!