Weighty Matters

So, I read somewhere, AOL probably, that the average American consumes something like 60 teaspoons of sugar a day, or 20 tablespoons, or however many cups that equals out to. Either way that's a crap load of sugar, a lot of teeth rotting and whatnot you know. 

I like sugar. Oooh I like sugar. Baked goods, yes. Candy, yes. Delicious Cherry Coke and Dr. Pepper, yes. All of that, yes, very much so. On a normal basis this didn't used to be much of a terrible problem for me. By normal basis I mean back when I used to go to the gym regularly, and by regularly I mean at least 4-5 times a week. That sort of took care of the whole ingesting mass amounts of sugar thing, sweet freedom to eat what I want! And of course, then I had babies, two babies, one of them just 5 months ago, remember? I do, that hurt. 

So, the first time I had a baby, I did weight watchers and lost a good 25+ lbs without a whole lot of extreme effort. I counted points, I made (relatively)good choices, it wasn't so hard. This time I have less to lose but for some reason cannot, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, find the motivation to really stick to it. I've lost roughly 5 lbs in a month and a half, have about 10-15 more I'd like to shed, and this sugar thing has really become the bane of my very existence. 

Effing mini eggs.  

This weekend the man and I are embarking on a romantical winter getaway. He has some random work thing to attend to that takes him to Lake Tahoe and I get to come, on company dime no less! We're staying in a cabin, and it's supposed to snow every day we're there. When I say romantical, I mean it. The kids will be with Connie, and we will be alone. ALONE. For the first time in over 2 years. I plan on doing nothing but sleeping, through the night, all night, every night. Maybe I'll let Paul cop a feel, I haven't decided yet, or if I even have time for that sort of thing since I plan on sleeping so much. And then of course there is going to be a lot of eating, because I get to go to a restaurant without kids and take all the dang time I want, which doesn't help my case one bit really. But when we get back, I am on it, I swear. Those mini eggs, and everything else involving mass amounts of sugar, can go to hell. HELL! At least until I get this situation under control and then you know, we don't have to say goodbye forever.

I really don't know where I'm going with any of this so I will close with a Fatty free for all. 5 months old already, halfway to 6, what??? Look close, the hairs are growing in nicely! *sigh of relief...