Having sick kids is not good for the ole waist line. The more whining there is...the hungrier I get.
Maddy says 'mommeeeeee'..I hear Hersheeeeeyyyyysss
Maddy says 'plllleeeeaaaassseee'..I hear 'Brrrriiiiieeee'
Maddy says 'oooohhhhh'...I hear 'cookie ddddooooough'
As the temp goes up, so do the numbers on the scale. Good news for those competing against me in the weight loss challenge, good news for prepregnancy jeans warm and comfy in their box and good news for the grocery store who wants to sell me comfort food. BAD news for me...so now I've got 20 big ones to loose. Fortunately, tho being up at different times during the night to feed I have a full appreciation for the number of magic exercise and diet options that are available to me. I take comfort in that.
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