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March 17, 2009
Oink.
Ugh, I have got to stop eating. A few weeks ago, I was mysteriously losing little bits of weight in spite of the fact that I wasn't being all that careful about what went into my mouth. That didn't last long, and in the last week of so, that number on the scale has starting slowing climbing. Yesterday, I was doing really well, until a can of squeeze cheese ejaculated into my mouth. I swore I was going to be as good as I could today, considering we're having Pizza Hut for dinner, plus birthday cake. We went out for lunch, and I ordered myself a chef salad like a good girl, figuring it would be the perfect combination of bunny food and stuff that would actually fill me up. Turned out to be a giant pile of ham and what I think was brisket on top of a handful of lettuce and a decent amount of tomato, most of which I let the kids have. Then the lovely motherly lady behind the counter brought out two pieces of cake, one for Jamie and one for Katie and I to split. She was really sweet to us the whole time we were there, she even brought green beans for Owen to try (HA!) and a piece of toast for him to munch. We may have eaten more free food than what we paid for.
All of that to say I feel like a pig, and I haven't even gorged on pizza and the *real* cake. If I don't stop eating I may have to take up *gasp* exercise. The horror!
Posted by me at March 17, 2009 2:11 PM