Okay, I totally promise I am not turning this into a dieting blog. I'm not.
Pinky promise.
It's just that the most miraculous thing EVER has happened... I'm only hungry at meals times.
For many of you this will not seem like a big deal at all. But for those of you who can relate to crazy hunger pains in between meals and snacks and more snacks and then finally it is time for another meal but I am so hungry-
You
Better
Pull
Your
Fingers
Back
Quickly
When
You
Serve
Me
Those
Nacho
Chips!
Ahem.
Ever been there? It is the craziest battle that can make a person feel like a fruit loop.
And then crave Fruit Loops.
So, I'm sure there is some sort of scientific reason giving up sugar for the past week has finally gotten me to a more peaceful place with my incessant feelings of hunger. But I never did like science.
So, here's my unofficial assessment of the situation:
1. My hunger pains just finally wore themselves slap out.
2. My body is simply in shock.
3. My taste buds finally got a glimpse of my backside and the bathing suit it must fit in to very soon.
4. Companies who make sugar snacks inject them with microscopic craving monsters that make you want more- buy more- eat more thus make their companies recession proof. But, if you stop eating sugar for one week, the microscopic craving monsters die. Praise the good Lord above.
5. Seeing the scale finally move in a downward motion for the first time in a long while has finally convinced my taste buds that there is in fact a connection to the amount of food I eat and the amount of weight I gain. I've wanted to deny and resist this horrendous truth for a very long time.
So, today I have to go to this nutrition lady with the most mean machine I have ever encountered ever. It's a scale on steroids. Not only does it tell you what you weigh it also reveals your Body Mass Index.
Body Mass Index y'all.
Just saying it triggers my gag reflex.
This awful machine shares secrets nary a person should ever know about me.
Oh my stars- right now as I am writing this, my daughter just flew into my bedroom and breathlessly exclaimed our refrigerator is pouring out water from underneath so I better run.
The irony of this happening at this moment does not escape me.
I think my fridge is afraid I am in the process of breaking up with him. We can be friends but that's it. That line produces a river of tears every time.
ps... Art wants me to add in here that he is in fact the hero who just took care of the fridge situation while I layed in my bed and finished my blog. He just about fell out when heard that I'd written, "Well I better run," as he was carrying in wet towels.
pss... that will teach me not to read my blog out loud.
Pinky promise.
It's just that the most miraculous thing EVER has happened... I'm only hungry at meals times.
For many of you this will not seem like a big deal at all. But for those of you who can relate to crazy hunger pains in between meals and snacks and more snacks and then finally it is time for another meal but I am so hungry-
You
Better
Pull
Your
Fingers
Back
Quickly
When
You
Serve
Me
Those
Nacho
Chips!
Ahem.
Ever been there? It is the craziest battle that can make a person feel like a fruit loop.
And then crave Fruit Loops.
So, I'm sure there is some sort of scientific reason giving up sugar for the past week has finally gotten me to a more peaceful place with my incessant feelings of hunger. But I never did like science.
So, here's my unofficial assessment of the situation:
1. My hunger pains just finally wore themselves slap out.
2. My body is simply in shock.
3. My taste buds finally got a glimpse of my backside and the bathing suit it must fit in to very soon.
4. Companies who make sugar snacks inject them with microscopic craving monsters that make you want more- buy more- eat more thus make their companies recession proof. But, if you stop eating sugar for one week, the microscopic craving monsters die. Praise the good Lord above.
5. Seeing the scale finally move in a downward motion for the first time in a long while has finally convinced my taste buds that there is in fact a connection to the amount of food I eat and the amount of weight I gain. I've wanted to deny and resist this horrendous truth for a very long time.
So, today I have to go to this nutrition lady with the most mean machine I have ever encountered ever. It's a scale on steroids. Not only does it tell you what you weigh it also reveals your Body Mass Index.
Body Mass Index y'all.
Just saying it triggers my gag reflex.
This awful machine shares secrets nary a person should ever know about me.
Oh my stars- right now as I am writing this, my daughter just flew into my bedroom and breathlessly exclaimed our refrigerator is pouring out water from underneath so I better run.
The irony of this happening at this moment does not escape me.
I think my fridge is afraid I am in the process of breaking up with him. We can be friends but that's it. That line produces a river of tears every time.
ps... Art wants me to add in here that he is in fact the hero who just took care of the fridge situation while I layed in my bed and finished my blog. He just about fell out when heard that I'd written, "Well I better run," as he was carrying in wet towels.
pss... that will teach me not to read my blog out loud.
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