Okay. I'm going to heat up this last brownie and cover it in ice cream and that's it. Hubby's comfort food is killing me!! Already packed on 6 pounds in 3 weeks and not too happy about it. I know I was supposed to be snacking on carrots and celery and things like that but I hate that stuff. I'm eating like every meal is my last. I go to bed and hear my stomach growling every night. It actually hurts. Time to straighten up.
Guess I'll get that bike down that's hanging in the garage. It was bought a few years ago with good intentions. Rode it maybe 3 times. I'm sure these lazy dogs of mine would love to take me for a walk. They could stand to drop a few pounds too. We have a room full of gym equipment but I have to force myself to go in there. I think I would enjoy being outside more than cooped up in that room anyway. Just need to find something to do until spring then the yard work will keep me busy. That's my theropy.
If he makes one more brownie, bakes one more cake or buys any more ice cream I'm kicking him out!!!
