Since having Bree, and being a stay at home mom, I have really packed on the pounds.
I'm home all the time, can't afford to go out and do stuff really, so what do I do to pass time? I eat.
What do I do when I'm lonely? I eat.
What do I do when I'm sad? I eat.
What do I do when I'm mad? I eat.
What do I do when I'm happy? I eat!
That my friends is a lot of eating!
When I shop, I try not to pick up to many sweets or chip type things, because I know if its here, it will be on my fat ass very soon. My husband on the other hand doesn't see that. If I say I'm craving chocolate, the next day he brings home a bag of it. If I say I'm hungry for chips, he brings that home. Just because I want it, doesn't mean I need it! Or so much of it! Like yesterday...Brownies were on sale so he came home with like 10 boxes of it! I know he loves me and is trying to get me things I like, but will he enjoy seeing my ass balloon up so big I won't fit in a seat anymore? Sheesh.
As for the brownie mixes...they are in my pantry, staring me down everytime I go in there. I'm thinking about making something with them for Halloween for Jilly to take to school. Then at least a few of them won't end up on my butt.
Thats it for now...