Friday, February 17, 2012
These are my confessions
I buy trigger foods - like Honey Bunches of Oats - because they are on sale and have a coupon. And then I proceed to eat two giant bowls because I want to and not because I'm hungry.
I find it hard to say no to co-workers when they wave coconut puffs of heaven in my face and taunt me with facts like, "They don't even have 70 calories."
I have a bite (or three) of Mark's ice cream each night, even if I just had my own portioned treat (read: Skinny Cow bar).
I bribe myself to drink water ... with Diet Coke.
I occasionally eat overly processed pre-packaged meals because they are convenient.
I sometimes make a 6-cup pot of coffee just for myself.
I reheat yesterday's coffee if I managed to stop myself at cup No. 4.
Sometimes that reheated coffee is the only thing that gets me out to run. That, and the hope that a run will put Miles to sleep.
I miss running 6-7 miles before work and sometimes wonder what I would do with myself if I didn't have a baby.
I get down on myself for not being able to run as fast as I used to.
I walk around the house post-run in tights and a sports bra ... and I don't care that we have no curtains in the kitchen and my neighbors can see in.
I dream of having plastic surgery to remove the extra skin so I could care even less about my neighbors seeing my bare belly.
Unfortunately, more bare belly means more places off which Denali can lick sweat. I've given up stopping him.
I flip off the dog when he wakes up Miles.
I also flip off the dog when he steals my Weight Watchers Chocolate-Raspberry Ice Cream Bar while I'm trying to give Miles a bottle and feed myself.
Our bedtime routine, the one that's so important for babies, involves a bottle and "Wheel of Fortune." For everyone involved.
I am pretty sure Miles will flip off his kindergarten teacher and tell her to "leave it" and "no face" because that's what is said most often at our house.
I could never be a stay-at-home. I like eating my lunch with two hands too much. Even if said lunch is a pre-packaged Smart Ones.
What are your confessions?