What Is There To Feel Guilty About?

Wow, what a week! I don't know about the rest of you, but it seems like the last seven days have been ridiculously busy. In addition to being swamped at work, there seemed to be a lot going on outside the office that resulted in some short nights and not a lot of time left for me. Though this is not the first time this has happened - and it certainly won't be the last - I was noticing by the end of this week that I had spent very little time on the personal things I was hoping to accomplish. Case in Point, this blog!

But every dark cloud comes with a silver lining. For if it wasn't such a busy week, I wouldn't have been completely worthless this weekend and had a thought pop into my mind that warranted a little blog chatter.

While I did manage to get some productive things done, like workouts, laundry, cleaning my apartment and online shopping for a new desk, the majority of the weekend was spent in my new favorite pair of ISU sweatpants (thank you Santa!) curled up in front of the television. Basically I can sum up yesterday in four words: Sex and the City. Actually, now that I think about it, I can sum up today with those same four words.

This weekend I completely indulged. I ate chocolate. I ordered pizza. I took a bubble bath, and gave myself a mani/pedi. And in addition to my afternoons with Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte, I made a significant dent in my Tivo and watched equally girly shows, including but not limited to: Say Yes to the Dress, How Do I Look?, The Amandas, Dance Moms and Top Chef.

The ladies of Sex and the City - Miranda, Charlotte, Carrie and Samantha

Some girls might consider these activities to be their "guilty pleasures". For the record, I am not one of these girls.According to Merriam-Webster, 'guilty pleasure' is defined as "something pleasurable that induces a usually minor feeling of guilt". So I have to ask, what is their to feel guilty about?

On any given Sunday afternoon, you can find men hunkered down in the front of their 60" television screens with a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. Do you think they feel guilty about it? Well, I'm no man, but I would guess they don't.

So ladies, if men can have their football, basketball, baseball and Nascar, then we can have our Carries, Samanthas, Mirandas and Charlottes with no judgement.

Maybe this is just my justification for spending 48 hours with my couch.

Hope you all had a good weekend!