...but continue to eat like there is a famine quickly approaching.
"MMMMMM...ME WANT COOKIE!!"
"4 bowls, please...with extra whipped cream!"
"Well, don't mind if I do (have the whole bag)!"
The Mr. and I were talking last night...me about my "I'm going to start exercising tomor...no, wait, I work tomorrow. Okay, I'm going to start exercising Wedne...no, it's the last football game....it'll have to be Thursda...oh, that's right...Fall Break. Kids underfeet, you know...so, I'll start next week. But, there's that whole 'sun in the second moon with the wind from the west' thing going on..."
And on and on and on. I was really on a roll this summer. Paying attention to what I ate, working on my running...then, we went on vacation...and my appetite and will power for exercises stayed on vacation after we got back.
I told the hubby, "When I have clothes on, I feel like a sausage in it's casing and that if you come too close to me with a fork, I'll spray fat all over." Gross, I know. But it's the dang truth.
(Via Google Image)
And without clothes? Well, I guess I'm just ground pork...all lumpy and grisly.
I need a fire lit under my (flabby) ass. 'Course, with all that fat splattering from my casing, there'd probably be a horrendous grease fire.
(Okay, friends...I really need your help in voting for my sister-in-law for the "Heroic Mom" nomination! Pretty please? You can vote every day until November 4th...a long time away, I know, but I would LOVE to hand that check over to her right before Christmas!)