i am obsessed.

With the Olympics.  Always have been.  I think most people do get into the Olympic spirit.  How could you not?  It’s like for a brief time, we forget our struggles and unite as a country to dominate in the Olympics.  We have had the Olympics on all the time all week.  I love it!  Gymnastics and swimming are my favorites that have been on so far.  I very quickly became obsessed with the Fab 5.

Like most little girls, I dreamed of being an Olympic gymnast. Clearly I didn’t have the drive or talent these Olympians have.  These are seriously dedicated and disciplined people- I can’t even imagine.  But I did sacrifice for the sake of the Olympics.  I broke my arm for the US Gymnastics Team.  Well, really I didn’t do a thing for the team, but in my head, that’s how it played out.

What really happened is that I was doing a balance beam routine in my living room at the age of 10.  I was using the couch as the beam and all was going well until I got to my very difficult dismount.  As I did a cartwheel off the couch putting all of my body weight on my left arm, it snapped and I fell.  Obviously, I didn’t score high marks.  Arm broken, Olympic dream over.

I’ve also seen some fantastic food ideas for the Olympics.  I’m pretty excited to try some of these.


This is so stinkin’ cute!  I’m very obsessed with this.  I love that she used whole wheat mini bagels with low-fat cream cheese and fresh fruit to make an adorable breakfast.  You’ll find me copying this for sure.


This picture makes my mouth water.  I want to eat it all now, and I suddenly find myself cheering for Italy.

What about you?  Did you have any Olympic dreams?  Do you enjoy watching the Olympics?


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