I don't remember what it was the night before, or the night before that, but I can assure you that there was something that I ate that was incredibly decadent and sinful.
I can't stop myself. I get done with dinner and think
"self, that was not at all satisfying. Something sweet would really hit the spot"
They I search through my cookbooks and something always jumps out at me.
Okay, so I've been more than a little depressed lately. Let's make that REALLY depressed. I LOVE sweets, not candy, sweets.
Oh yeah, I remember what it was the night before, a double size box of milk duds. Nice.
It's a really good thing that I exercise every weekday, but honestly, I don't work that hard so I'm afraid that one day one of two things is going to happen:
1. I'm going to have to start exercising VERY seriously
2. I'm going to wake up and find myself the size of my dining room table.
I think I will just keep eating the sweets each night (since I don't have a husband to make me feel better) and work a little harder at the gym.