Come on...For Real??

I am sure that this will be a regular occurrence on my blog as I surprise myself at the crap that actually comes out of my mouth sometimes.
First, before going any further, please refer to the blog called Hunger Strike then feel free to read on.

Conversation I just had with my husband
Al - I am so tired
D - Then go to bed
Al - No, I think I will make a cake
D - What
Al - yeah, I want cake
D - okay? he is perplexed but I can tell he is secretly happy.

And so, I proceeded to make a cake, it is cooling now and is 8:35 pm. Really, I need cake like I need another dog. We all know how much I currently love my stinky pooches.

A few minutes later
D - We are so fat
Al - yea, we so are
D - when we get older we are going to be like "Do you want to have sex? No... Do you want to go eat? Yea, that sounds great? Cake? Okay."

How sad is that!

I need to go frost, so Good Night!

Hunger strike

Why can't I diet? It seems like everyone else can do it and do it well. I have pretty much given up. I only have 12 lbs to lose to get down to pre pregnancy weight, that is before Z - I lost all of my weight from Edyn long ago. Every Sunday is the same old declaration of being fat and that Monday is the start of starvation! By the time lunch rolls around on Monday, I am stressed out from some mortgage and have myself a little treat, then figure that all is lost and everything goes down the crapper. Now I shouldn't be complaining so much, I do eat absolutely whatever I want, whenever I want with the only repercussion being the periodic "attacks" that have plagued my life for oh, so long now. If I can't figure it out soon though, I am going to have bring in the reinforcements.

OK, OK, well maybe not that far, but the sheer annoyance of his voice would make me drop that weight at warp speed so that he would go far far away. No wonder he gets such great results out of people.

Oh no, I only have 5 more days until I make that sacred pact again that I hold so dear. I better go get a snack.