The Mom who went crazy and ate the world.
Oh, dieting, why do you despise me so?
Two days on plan, and I'm feeling a little less than awesome today. I brought my lunch today (skinny soup), ate a cup of Greek yogurt with pineapple for breakfast and have had about half of my water already for the day because I want to shove chips and chocolate and gummi bears and cookies and cake and tacos and burgers and french fries and well, everything into my face.
I keep having these dreamlike mental images of myself as the semi-hot put together mom and then getting slapped with the cold camel-toed, muffin-topped, button-extended reality that I own 5 pairs of pants that fit. Know what happens when you throw away your fat pants?
You run out of pants!!
I remember the reason for this, I knew I would struggle with the weight after the baby and need some concrete reasons to be better about my food choices. Being basically broke and having no clothes that fit is a good reason.
Ick, I'm having a Despicable Me moment,
"It's so fluffy, I'm gonna die!"
I'm going to go drink some tea and pretend it's rum...