I started posting desperate things on Facebook around 3 pm, after a cranky hour of yelling and hating life.
We have reached the point of the diet where I usually say, "Fork it," and dive, face first, into a cheesecake.
I had popcorn (cooked with 2 T oil on the stove, with salt and I Can't Believe It's Not Butter) and a banana (an hour later) instead. Then I made dinner (turkey meatloaf and baked potatoes) so it'll be (nearly) done when we get home from gymnastics. No excuse for pizza.
It's times like these when I wish I were a little better at the whole religion thing, because it would be nice to be able to ask God for strength. But it's just me. Me and a house full of food, two kids who are driving me nuts, and a cold rainy day that really can only be saved with the liberal application of homemade cookies.
God wants me to eat cookies.
Let's distract ourselves with babies, shall we?
We got new hats and gloves for winter, since I couldn't find anything that matched anything else.
Mary Grace picked hers out. The beret is probably not the most practical choice, but one must admit that it is most fashionable.
Ok, blog, thank you for distracting me long enough that I didn't go on a total binge. It's time to leave.
(I know it's boring to read about what someone else did and didn't eat. I'll try to rope it in...)