There are so many things we could chat about, friends. Like DH had himself a pheasant dinner last night. But, let's not go there.
Instead let's talk about how I'm sitting in my favorite chair, eating baked doritos and drinking a diet coke. Ahhh, life.
Remember how I was complaining about being fat and my love for donut holes and pizza? (And really, donut holes are not high on my list.) Well, I'm gearing up to kick these habits to the curb. I always know I'm ready when I see snacks in the pantry and think, "ughhh.... more of this crap?" But I also think, "I really do love you, baked doritos."
This week would be a nice start except we're going to Wisconsin very soon for fifteen whole days and I dream of the food we'll eat. Who knew Kansas is void of Culvers, Pizza Ranch, Highland House, and Cousin Subs? (Plus there's all that HOME COOKED goodness waiting for us!)
So yeah, this week won't do. But I'll come back from Wisconsin feeling like a stuffed sausage. Then I'll buy a body bugg (which I'm super duper excited about) and a pair of running shoes (crap I'll need a jogging stroller while I'm at it) and kick some fat ass.
For now I'll sit in this squishy chair and eat my doritos. (Don't forget they're baked, people. See? healthy!)
Instead let's talk about how I'm sitting in my favorite chair, eating baked doritos and drinking a diet coke. Ahhh, life.
Remember how I was complaining about being fat and my love for donut holes and pizza? (And really, donut holes are not high on my list.) Well, I'm gearing up to kick these habits to the curb. I always know I'm ready when I see snacks in the pantry and think, "ughhh.... more of this crap?" But I also think, "I really do love you, baked doritos."
This week would be a nice start except we're going to Wisconsin very soon for fifteen whole days and I dream of the food we'll eat. Who knew Kansas is void of Culvers, Pizza Ranch, Highland House, and Cousin Subs? (Plus there's all that HOME COOKED goodness waiting for us!)
So yeah, this week won't do. But I'll come back from Wisconsin feeling like a stuffed sausage. Then I'll buy a body bugg (which I'm super duper excited about) and a pair of running shoes (crap I'll need a jogging stroller while I'm at it) and kick some fat ass.
For now I'll sit in this squishy chair and eat my doritos. (Don't forget they're baked, people. See? healthy!)
