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April 9, 2008
Maybe tomorrow will be the day
I have got to start eating better.
It's like the day Owen came out, I said to hell with health and weight. First I cleaned the house of all the (ugh) Valentine's and Easter candy. With my mouth. Then I started in on anything else I could find that was sweet. I baked. I ate salty I didn't even want.
I thought that would help me get back into the healthy stuff we have, the fruit and such. Nope. I just got a giant bag of M&M's the next time I went to Target. Oh, and more chips, and cheese puffs, and some faux cheese crackers.
Two days ago, I had lemonade and waffle fries from Chick-fil-A for lunch. Yesterday, it was a third of a grilled cheese and a PILE of M&M's. It's 10am and I'm already trying to resist the chocolate. It's not working.
Every day I swear I'm going to stop with the chocolate, and start with the real food. Every morning, I get on the scale, and I'm surprised that I haven't starting gaining weight. I think that if I weren't eating all the junk, I'd probably be losing weight. Every day I justify another handful of junk because me kids are driving me nuts, or because I survived, or because I'm having a good day.
Posted by me at April 9, 2008 10:05 AM