So....I'm trying to lose weight, just like ninety percent of women who have had a baby in the past year. I don't want to talk about how much I need to lose versus how much I've lost. It's depressing. If I wasn't breastfeeding, I would just solve the problem with a nice crystal meth habit. Instead, I am trying to eat right and exercise when I can. The weight is coming off, slower than I would like for it to come off, but it's coming off nonetheless.
In general, I eat pretty well. I don't eat fast food, I eat a lot of veggies, blah, blah, blah. I do have ONE problem that is setting me back: my love for candy. I'll find any excuse to buy and consume candy. My main foes are Hershey's bars with almonds, Twix, and the evilest of evil Reese's peanut butter cups. There is a correlation between my candy consumption and my stress level. When the babies are are both crying, the husband is grumpy, and Dammit Farms is more dammity than usual......"I Want Candy" by MC Pee Pants of "Aqua Teen Hunger Force" begins playing in my head.
I dare you to watch and listen. It'll be stuck in your head for life.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQvLKYu7izQ
That's what I hear in my head while I'm shoveling mini peanut butter cups down my gullet. It's a blissful moment for me.
4 comments:
LMAO! Well, at least you're eating veggies! And, actually, the candy with almonds prolly isn't ALL that bad for ya - almonds are great protein! But I hear ya - I'm a big time eater when I'm stressed - and also when I'm happy, and depressed, and chill. Now that i think about it, whenever I feel ANY way I eat!
Good luck to ya - I'm trying to shed the poundage myself!
This is really interesting to me because I have the same problem. The last few baby-weight pounds are hanging on and I know it's because of my nightly Reese's Peanut Butter Cup habit. I get the party size bag and sit at my desk in the evenings eating them mindlessly. I know that if I'd just quit eating them, I'd lose the last bit of weight. But it's hard because they're so delicious.
You are your mother's daughter. Actually, it's in the genes on both sides. There, now you have an excuse! I'm an enabler. They'll be pointing that out as I sit on the couch while they are filming the intervention on "Intervention." Your candy addiction has affected me negatively in the following ways: I worry that there will be none left for me.
I <3 ATHF!
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