ok, ok.. it's my own fault. I know.
I learned how to make whoopie pies. I wanted to make some really awesome treats for Christmas and I figured whoopie pies would be great. They are the quintessential New England snack.
So I wanted to practice first, make sure I could make a good one. (People in Maine are very picky about their whoopies!)
Needless to say, I was VERY successful at my first attempt to make chocolate whoopies with peanut butter cream filling.
They were so good. So rich that neither of my kids could even get through a whole one. So what did I do after they went to bed? Well, I was GOING to eat 1/2 of one (I believe "everything in moderation") but I ended up eating 3. All in a row. They were so good, guys. But I went to bed feeling so nauseous. I tried falling asleep fast because I just felt so sick, thinking I'd feel better when I woke up. Well, I woke up STILL feeling nauseous!
So, anyway.. I saved one for each of my kids, and the rest are going to work with my husband. (He works a blue-collar job supervising 22 big manly-men, so they'll take care of them for me. lol)
I was able to get down to 116 this month too, and was JUST about to change it on my thing, and now I'm back up to 119. Grrr.