Someone once asked me why it seemed like all military wives were overweight, my response was a little shocked. I told them that all the women I knew were in great shape (still true)! Well, after a few trips to the commissary lately (and I myself 30lbs heavier than I would like to be, and most likely *gasp* considered overweight) I have come to the conclusion that there are no more overweight wives than average in our glutenous over indulging country. That being said, as I type this I am eating away my loneliness by murdering some powdered donettes (yeah that's not a typo, they are the hostess kind). *Shameful I know, but acknowledging there is a problem is the first step to change. * All of us have our way to deal with separation, always coming second, having to fill all roles in running a household and raising children. Mine apparently is eating. Bummer. Exercising is not a problem for me, Andrew and I (and by Andrew I mean I pushed him in his awesome BOB {thanks mom and dad!}) ran 5 1/2 miles today. My problem is eating when I'm bored, sad, lonely etc. which feels like a lot of the time lately. Anybody know Jillian, because I could use some hardcore butt kicking.
Seriously though, I need an intervention; if you love me you will come to my house when I am not home, gather in my living room and wait to ambush me when I unsuspectingly return home from a trip to Target for some Resees Eggs (because we all know they are better than the cups!). You will then proceed to tell me how I am letting myself go and need to change my life before it kills me! And in doing this; safe my life.
I wish I could blame all of this extra baggage on my sweet innocent baby love, but I can not. All of the damage he did was gone by his 8 week mark. The rest was all my own.
Man, the truth really hurts.
I am hoping by being totally honest with myself it will help me make better choices. And by better choices I mean impulse control. Something that I struggle with in all areas of my life, not just the kitchen.
I'll leave my back door unlocked; you know, just in case.
Seriously though, I need an intervention; if you love me you will come to my house when I am not home, gather in my living room and wait to ambush me when I unsuspectingly return home from a trip to Target for some Resees Eggs (because we all know they are better than the cups!). You will then proceed to tell me how I am letting myself go and need to change my life before it kills me! And in doing this; safe my life.
I wish I could blame all of this extra baggage on my sweet innocent baby love, but I can not. All of the damage he did was gone by his 8 week mark. The rest was all my own.
Man, the truth really hurts.
I am hoping by being totally honest with myself it will help me make better choices. And by better choices I mean impulse control. Something that I struggle with in all areas of my life, not just the kitchen.
I'll leave my back door unlocked; you know, just in case.
Haha this totally made me laugh. You're adorable.
ReplyDeleteoh, girl, don't even get me started on the peanut butter eggs!!
ReplyDeleteI don't see you as overweight! Everything in moderation but yeah it's hard! That's why I love Kale chips... sounds gross? I actually LOVE them and I don't feel too guilt eating a ton because they're kind of low in calories and take a while to get through a box! I should send you some :)
ReplyDeleteI don't see you as overweight either! Madi was just telling me how awesome you looked at christmas! I agree with linz, it's okay to treat yourself every now and then. Just make sure to keep good stuff around too! :) Maybe your favorite fruits and veggies that you will actually eat. For me grapes are a huge treat (they are so pricey we don't get them very often). You are fine court! Don't be so hard on yourself! Love you!
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