One woman's journey through life as a mom.
Yes, I give up. I can’t do it. I can’t sit here and keep track of what I eat all day and document how much I exercise (or don’t because I don’t) because it’s a joke. Life gets in the way and I’m too stressed out and tired to not give in to what I want to eat. Because I want to enjoy icecream with my son. And I want to be able to eat those rice crispies mixed with melted marshmellows and the best Jimmy John’s sandwich ever (#12 The Beach Club) and the oatmeal raisin cookies my mom just made for us and the mini chocolate bar I found in my carry on bag and and and, it’s just too tough to be so restricted. Maybe one of these days or weeks I will get back into my groove and then when I finally do get fitter and sexier and hotter (because one day I will *wink*), I will let you guys know. Peace out Operation: Chub Be Gone! It’s been real.
