Why do I stuff myself to the point of sickness??? I have these freakin’ twenty pounds to lose from the baby (but I am only aiming for ten as I don’t mind keeping on a few for the baby till I am done nursing) and it is not helping when I go butt crazy eating everything in sight!!!
I was doing so good until I had one little mess up day. Justin and I decided that because we walked around Paris and back a few times that we deserved a cheeseburger and fries from the little burger stand around the block. And yes, I told the guy to put the fattening hamburger sauce on it as well. Yum.
I got to chatting with the burger guy while Justin was out buying diapers and we somehow managed to carry on a conversation in our broken French and English. I was actually quite proud of myself for how much I did speak French (although he didn’t understand half of what I was saying…oh well). I think the burger guy was happy to have a bit of conversation because he then made me waffles with nutella on them. He did this for free (which is very rare for a French person to do), so of course I had to eat this as well as my burger, fries, and to offset all the fat, diet coke. Yum.
Then I HAD to make seven layer bars for some of our friends here who I had promised to make back in December. And OF COURSE I had to taste test them. I got a bit carried away with the taste testing and went to bed last night feeling nauseous. I woke up with a seven layer hangover and so I started my day off right today with a bit of seven layer bar. Ew. To make it worse, I overate my Lebanese dinner as well.
Go ahead and said it. "Fatty fatty two by four couldn’t get through the bathroom door."
So those darned twenty pounds are going to turn more into fifty if I am not careful! I may have to throw the rest of those seven layer bars away because I cannot stay at twenty pounds over much longer before I go insane. I had to buy fat jeans people. FAT JEANS!!!