So today was going to be a perfect day. I was going to eat right, drink my water and exercise. I am a new SAHM (this was my first full week) and was, quite frankly, looking forward to my husband being home so I could shower before 10:30 am without listening to a monitor. THEN... my husband gets a stomach virus and has been sequestered in the basement, per my request and his lack of energy, all day. Instead of taking it in stride, I turn into a maniac. I went to the pharmacy to get him some pop to defizz and some pepto and magically a pack of three oreo cakesters and a carton of malted milk balls falls into my cart. The oreo cakesters hardly make it out of the parking lot (mind you that I am eating them in the car whole trying to hide from others that I am eating something-- God forbid someone see my big self eating something bad for me while driving. I am not making that up, I seriously ate them whole.) Now, I am staring at an EMPTY carton of malted milk balls. Not a small one at 13.2 ounce carton of malted milk balls. Empty. I ate them. All. Myself. Did I happen to mention that I didn't even like them that much?
Oh My Gosh... I cannot believe I did that. Actually, I can't believe I am sharing that I did that. I have lost my mind.
Thanks for listening to me rant. It is appreciated.