A husband in need...

I just called my husband to tell him that I am already over the calorie quota that I allowed myself till dinnertime (let's just say some bagel chips and mini dove bars were involved). He responded by saying that he had had some girl scout cookies someone left in his office. This was exactly the right thing to say because, people, misery loves company and those cookies were a perfect complement to my bagel chips and dove bars.

Now why would I care about calories you might ask. Well, I had a baby 6 and a half months ago and I still have to lose 2 and a half pounds. I know a lot of you will hate me for whining about these 2 and a half pounds because lets face it most moms at this point have bigger fish to fry but these 2 and half pounds have been hanging on with all their might for a while now and I've always had weight obsession issues that never developed into full-blown anorexia because who am I kidding I just don't have that kind of willpower and love chocolate way too much.

My mom thinks that I should never discuss weight issues with my husband as that takes the mystery out of the relationship. But that mystery went out the window with my first fart so I guess compared to that a couple of pounds are small potatoes. I just realized how lucky I am that my mom is not computer savvy enough to ever find this blog. Unlucky for you that means countless musings on various bodily functions.

Well, lets get back to the hubby. The reason I told him about the pig-out is because I knew he would understand. We are both perpetual dieters. Relatively skinny perpetual dieters but still. We love to eat but don't have the metabolisms to support all the eating so we pig out on the weekends and compensate during the week. Our poor child will so not have the right idea about body image issues. But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

The boy has awoken from his nap and is not shy about telling me to get my lazy ass over there and rescue him from his crib so this'll be all for now.

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[JenniferH]

I think you and I have the same mother, haha. Good luck with losing those pounds. I'm in the double digits of pounds to lose, ACK!