Massage Virgin No Longer

I had my first massage today. It was all I was expecting and more.

I went to the Elysium Salon and Dayspa and saw Devyn. She shook my hand (can we say death grip?!?!)  and I just knew it was going to be good. The smells were amazing. It smelled like I was walking through a garden on Maui!

The table was prewarmed, sheets were soft. Heaven. As she started kneading the knots out of my back, all I could think of is how much I wish I could be her client everyday!

For an hour, I had an amazing massage from head to toe. She found muscles that were balled up like little truffles, only not as sweet and got them to melt completely away as if they were indeed made of chocolate.

Ok, the only thing that would have made it better was if Devyn was some hot, muscular Matthew McConaughey look-alike. But then, my eyes were closed most of the time anyway, so it didn't really matter.

To say I am hooked is an understatement. I think I found my new addiction. There could be worse things to be addicted to. Like plastic surgery, drugs or alcohol. I am trying to convince my hubby that I need one monthly. Maybe I can convince my boss that it would be mutually beneficial to let me expense one each month. Call it Mental Health Assurance.

To top the day off, we went to Red Lobster for dinner. A bit of shopping, nails done, a massage, dinner out. What else could top of the day? Hmmmm....dessert.

Yogurt Heaven

Disclaimer: this is not an ad. I did not receive any compensation in any form. I just love the stuff!

About 18 months ago, I was in on one of my health kick cycles. These cycles come and go based on where I am in life. A friend told me about Chobani Greek yogurt and how it had more protein than the other brands and how it tasted so much better.

Mid-morning snack

I normally notice new products on the grocery store shelves and I hadn't seen this brand before. So, I went on a mission. I looked high and low and could not find Chobani ANYWHERE! I tried the other Greek yogurts and just did not find one that I liked. They just tasted like a glorified version of the sickening sweet "normal" versions.

I kept looking and FINALLY! My favorite store started carrying it. After the failures of the others to live up to my tastes, I only bought one cup, in strawberry.

I could barely contain myself! (I know...over yogurt of all things!) The only reason I didn't open it in the car was because I didn't have a spoon and didn't feel like eating it with my fingers. DH would be very unhappy with a sticky steering wheel.

In great anticipation, I peeled the foil topping off and was met by a thick, creamy goodness. I plunged the spoon in to reveal the fruity bottom.

Round and round, I stirred it into a creamy, pink swirl.

The first taste? I would like to say that at that moment, I was hit with heavenly delights; but I wasn't. I found it interesting, tasty and good. Did I like it? Yes, I did. However, after years of eating what passes for yogurt now days, it was like an assault on my senses.

I closed my eyes and let it melt. It was yogurt the way I remembered it as a kid, so long ago. It was thick, creamy and had that yogurty tang that said you were eating something other than thickened sugared milk.

I was hooked.

Do I like every flavor? I would be lying if I said I did. I also haven't tried every flavor they offer because the stores around here don't carry all of the flavors and there are some flavors that I just don't like.

My favorites are:

• Raspberry
• Black Cherry
• Strawberry
• Blueberry

And now? So many people have discovered this little bit of heaven in a cup that there is a shortage. There are signs in all of my grocery stores and I have seen empty shelves. 

And cried.