It's been six days since I wrote last & I feel guilty. Guilty for not writing & for all the junk I ate this past weekend. I have come to the conclusion that I eat a ton when Danny is around. Go figure! My husband is the reason for my weight gain and not the fact that I had 3 kids & my appetite is ten times more than what it used to be. Lame. I know. I have been good about drinking water. Well, some what good. I drink it, but not as much as I should. My eating during the week is pretty good. I do have my moment of weaknesses (bread). I am having a hard time not eating it. I LOVE BREAD. Plain, toasted, buttered, flavored, you name it. I eat it. I made pumpkin bread over the weekend....BIG MISTAKE. I couldn't resist it. I don't care how many times I stared at the skinny bitch in the pictures on Pinterest. I was going to eat my bread. I did. The fat laughed. Working out you ask? LOL I have not sat still in days nor made the time to do it. I am hoping that all my walking around the house & cleaning (dancing while cleaning) has made some sort of impact. I doubt it, but training my brain to say so.
I got on the scale at Publix. Even bigger mistake. The scale is off. I used Chase as my guinea pig and he said there is no way he weights what he did. So I am taking pleasure in knowing that the scale is off.
I will not blog this weekend because my fat ass has to get in a costume and go to a party. I will be little red (fat) riding hood. My basket will be filled with bread. :)
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