8:00 p.m. is probably one of the hardest times for me to remain faithful to my new diet.
Why 8:00 p.m.?
Because of these:
1. The kids are asleep, so I don't have to share.
2. I can relax...and not share.
3. I can eat in the living room....and not share.
4. I can eat as much as I want and don't have to share.
5. I can bust out the REALLY good treats...and not share.
Very good reasons.
But now, after removing treats from my daily routine, 8:00 p.m comes around, my stomach has been protesting...loudly.
There's a part of me that's all, "Let's just eat it so it's not in the house anymore. Next time you go to the store, don't buy anymore treats." Suuuuuuuurrre.
I wrote a poem, just because I wanted to. Actually, it sounded a little more "rap" like in my head.
Standin' in the kitchen
in my bare feet.
Just started my diet,
but I'm cravin' a treat.
I tried talkin' to my tummy,
"NO tummy, we don't need to snack.
You are getting really jiggly,
and there's a new roll on my back."
But then tummy growls and rumbles,
putting up one heck of a fight.
"Listen up girl, feed me a cookie,
and I won't bother you again tonight."
I spot the bucket O' cookies,
the snack cakes galore.
Maybe the calories don't count,
if I lick the kids leftovers off the floor?
How desperate am I
for one tasty little treat?
Really Danielle? The floor?
That's where we put our nasty feet.
Who decided to buy all this sugar?
Who needs all this junk?
I need to break free of this kitchen
Or I'm going to eat my way out of this funk.
My tummy tries again,
to convince me to cave.
"Just have one tiny cookie,
then I promise I will behave."
"You LIE tummy!
I know that ain't true!
I will eat one cookie,
then come back for two!"
This diet is going to be hard,
a battle I may not beat.
I need to gain some control soon,
or I may lick the floor for a treat.
My husband may put up with a lot
due to marrying me
But this could be the end for him
if he catches me talking to my tummy....
Have a great Friday!