My addiction to the white stuff

As in sugar. Holy crap I cant get enough and its disgusting. Let me tell you what Ive eaten today: a bowl of rice krispies. with sugar added. 2 cups of coffee with a sugar filled creamer. Half a donut. Would've been more, but thats all there was. Enchiladas with a pepsi followed by a huge bowl of cookie dough ice cream. Then, cause I just cant help myself, grahm crackers with frosting. Nothing healthy, no fruit, no veggies. Sick I know. This is the beginning of my freedom from my sugar addiction. Ive read it can be a harder addiction to break than heroin, and I can see why. First off its easily accessible. I can excercise all day long and never lose a Lb with a diet like this. Time to re-train the taste buds. Now I dont think I can kick the habit completely, but I definately need to cut it down and add some healthy stuff to the mix. So starts my 2 week plan. I will cut out the bad, and add in the good. But dont expect me to cut out my coffee creamer. But the rest!! Here goes!! Ill be back tomorrow with an update!!

Size DOES matter

No, this is not a post about that -get your mind out of the gutter-. In fact, this i a post about being overweight. Im generally happy with myself. Of course there are things I would change if I had a magic wand, but overall, I can deal. My one fatal flaw always ends up being my weight. Ive never been thin, and thats ok. But why do we -as overweight people- have to be made to feel bad about it? All I ask is to not wear a plus size. Who came up with this horrible term? I think it should be banned. Its offensive. Being fat doesnt mean Im lazy. Im a stay at home mom of 5 kids. Always cooking, cleaning, changing diapers, helping with homework, and carting kids around to piano, tball, bday parties, etc. So please dont assume that I am lazy in any way! I read in a magazine that one problem we moms have is putting ourselves last, and doing nothing for ourselves but eat. I was enlightened! While on the go, I grab myself a huge vanilla frappuccino with whipped cream. mmm. This is how I do things for me. I dont get 20 minutes to go work out. I dont get a massage. I guess the idea is to re-program our minds and find new ways to pat ourselves on the back. If you think of one, let me know. But back to the original thoughts of this post. Im tired of feeling good about myself, then looking in a mirror or at a picture and seeing how huge I really am. Im tired of never having pants that fit properly. Im tired of my "relief society muscle". Why do clothing designers assume that if your fat, you want elastic waistbands and polyester pants? I know theirs stores you can find cute plus sizes, but I cant afford to pay $60 for pants. Why cant I go to Kohls and find something decent to wear in a size 18? And why is it assumed that because I wear an 18, I must be short? I am so frustrated over the whole stupid thing. I hate skinny people. You all suck!! Ok so I dont really hate you, but you do suck. Especially those of you who dont do a damn thing to be that way. I put on a lb just by thinking about chocolate.

That bowl is waaay to big. ---Confessions of a naggy wife : P---

Now, am I the only one who could follow their husband around the house all day and correct him? I dont try to be all crazy like this, but it just happens. Yesterday, Josh was making tuna fish. He grabs the BIGGEST bowl in the cabinet, and proceeds to open 2 cans of tuna. I walk in as hes dumping them into the bowl, and give him the mouth gaping-what the hell are you doing- look. I try not to say anything, but I just cant stop myself. "You really dont need a bowl that big." I say. Of course, thats not enough. "there are clean bowls in the dishwasher, and really that would have fit in a cereal sized bowl." He gives me his annoyed look as hes cutting pickles on the cutting board, then he has an idea; food processor! I watch him grab it, plug it in, and proceed loading it with onions, pickles and tomatos for his tuna. Really?!? Running through my head is the amount of dishes and cleaning he's adding to my work load and I just cant stand it! I have to say something! Not that it will make him clean up after himself, or prevent him from doing the exact same thing again, but maybe, just MAYBE if I say something enough, he'll finally get it and stop. I know deep down it will never happen but a girl can dream..."why are you using that!!" thats it. I may have just started WWIII. I calmly leave the room and retreat to the upstairs. Not worth it. Sadly, this isnt all. The dirty clothes NEXT to the hamper...The soda cans decorating our dresser...the list goes on. I can complain until my voice is gone, and nothing will change. Why do I bother? Why do I have this overwhelming urge to criticize? Guess thats just part of me. I like things done my way, which is why I prefer just do it all myself. Like I said, I dont like to be a naggy wife. But I cant help myself.