Remember when I was getting healthy and was focused on what I was putting into my body? When I was planning meals, making a healthy lunch, not eating after 6, and walking every day?
That went to hell.
I feel bloated and nauseous and a little dizzy.
It’s just the half of chocolate bar I had last night after the Mini Wheats I ate for dinner.
You know… when the child’s away the parents will play.
Or in my case; eat.
We went to the grocery store and filled our cart with chips, brownies, chocolate bars, popcorn, and Pepsi.
Why did we do that?
Because we wanted to eat it all without little hands crabbing at it and asking for more.
Because we wanted to taste the food in it’s entirety.
Because we’re hogs.
But Brian can eat all the food and not gain an ounce. I, on the other hand, have to watch every crumb I put near my mouth for fear my body will sense a calorie and send it right to my ass.
That didn’t stop me.
Now I’m paying for it.
On the scale and in my sore tummy.
That or I need to poop.
Either way I’m cutting out the crap for the millionth time because I said so.
You’re my witness.
After one last bite of chocolate.