One bag of chocolates later...

I hate this time of year: "season's eatings." So far I can count towards my weight loss plan two king-sized chocolate bars and a slush one day. Half a bags of Hershey's Hugs another, and I haven't even hit the Christmas load yet. Turkey with all the fixins', pie (which I don't like, but will eat anyhoo), cookies, stuffing (stuffing myself full of, that is), and all that jazz.

I have made a pre-New Years resolution. I will go back to my old ways of being a veggie-saurus once the new year begins. I have printed off my daily strategy, the one I used when I was getting started, and which really helped me stick to my "diet" and eat all the nummy things I needed to eat in a day. We'll see what happens this time.

Sometimes I don't eat breakfast until 11 am (and not a healthy one I might add), and then when (and if) Russ comes home for lunch, I eat a sandwich with him as well. Then maybe nothing but some junk until dinner, then a big dinner. And then I crave food all night long. ("All Night"). And that goes for everything. I hate McDOnald's, but if I see a BigMac commercial, all I can think about for the next ten minutes is "if I could just have one Big Mac..." It actually makes me feel like...like I don't know. Weak, desperate, disgusting. All you food-ohols out there now what I mean. You crave something so desperately, but once you get it, it just makes you feel worse.

I had started exercising. It's amazing what a tiny little, post-natal lady at your Mom's group can make you think you can do. That lasted about a week. Now my "exercising" consists of going up and down the stairs 6 times a day, carrying a 16 lbs. baby on my hip. Lifting him up and down and up and down. And walking to the car carrying him in his car seat (it's got to add a couple of pounds at least-woot). It's been nice enough to go out walking, but when you haven't showered in a day, have spit up all over your clothes and don't know if you'll have 30 minutes or 30 seconds before a poop/bottle/explosion, you really don't feel like venturing out in to the real world.

I am confident that I will be able to stick to my veggie plan in the new year. It hasn't been so long that I've forgotten how I felt when I was veggie. How good I felt that is. Great even. I had more energy, more smiles, more of all the good stuff and less of the bad. And with the way I've been acting lately (like a stuck up, fat, primadonna), any improvement will be welcomed.

I'll keep "you" posted.