I have to get weighed on Monday and I have been busting my butt to lose the weight I had re-gained after my last fill. Then this food walks in the door.
My mom. She means well, I swear she does. They are supposed to be treats for the kids. I know, I know, no kid needs that many treats but I tell ya, she means well. This is not a post flaming mom for her need to feed my kids......it's about temptation. All of those foods call to me. They talk to me at midnight,2AM,4AM and just about every time I walk into the kitchen. Sigh. Why don't the apples talk to me?