Seriously. I should just inject an IV bag filled with diet coke into my vein. It would probably be the same as the quantity I have consumed over the past several days. And the junk food… sheesh. I must really be stressed. There are times I feel stress, and others I don’t but my subconceince must be working overtime because I can’t stop! Doesn’t help that I haven’t gotten to the gym in 3 weeks or have had a chance to do any exercise. Every time I want to go out for a run, my hubby takes off to do something at the house leaving me with the kids. Hopefully we can get moved and get on with our life. I sort of feel like we are on hold right now.