That’s what my husband said to me while indulging in a bit of ice cream this evening with the toddler.
You should have seen us. It was hysterical. Think of how much fun a married couple has with the wedding cake at their reception. The toddler and I had the mother child equivalent of that today at the ice cream shop. We were giggling, feeding each other and getting hot fudge everywhere. You need moments like that with your kids. Just thinking about it makes me smile. I know he isn’t going to be 2 forever so I’m soaking up every minute I can and this moment I didn’t want to miss because I’m ‘watchen’ my weight. Sometimes you have to just have fun.
My reply to my husband was, “What? you don’t think I’m going to tell them? Of course I am!” LOL
So yes I had a bit of ice cream AND those gosh darn Berger Cookies. I blogged about them before but I think I lost it in the crash…
For those of you not from Maryland you may have no idea what I’m about to say but consider yourself lucky. They look innocent enough but the famous Berger Cookies are sent from the DEVIL himself! It’s a small butter cookie with a mound of fudge like topping. At 3 points a piece you can easily work them in your plan but who wants just one?
So, yeah, my husband bought another pack of these evil things. I don’t normal have a problem with sweets but between the cookies and ice cream I feel like I’m on sugar overload. Right now, I feel fat and bloated yet those cookies are still calling my name. Why do I want to put more food in my mouth when I already feel gross and overstuffed? It’s like some weird mental defect.
Ok, so the weekend was a disaster but tomorrow is a new day starting a new week and OH what a week it’s going to be. Classes start next Monday so I’ll be working my butt off in preparation.
I’ll be back tomorrow with an “on plan” journal entry. I can’t stand this bloated feeling anymore!