Yesterday was Max’s birthday party. It was a blast! We had a monster truck jump thing, Sarah made a killer bat pinatta, lots of fun was had by all! I had a great time, but in the face of being honest here, I must confess what I ate.
This is the substance that brings me to the truth-booth. It was like heaven in my mouth… or so I thought. I fought with NOT eating it all day, it has lots of things in there I like (Fiddle Faddle, Candy Corn, Chocolate, Reeces Pieces, Pretzels, Chocolate…. Okay, I like it all). I did really well all day, but when I took it to the club house, I started ‘grazing’. Every time I walked by, I grabbed handful. Over and over. I kept saying to myself – “no more” – but as the song says… Wild horses couldn’t keep me away… I have NO earthly idea how much I actually ate, but I ate more than I should have. I think it was probably less than I would have a last weekend. I couldn’t even quantify how to tweet this. “32 handfuls of Halloween Trail Mix”? I don’t know.
Anyway, I did the “smart thing”, just had one “Mummy Dog” and got the heck out of the line. I had a cupcake too, but that is party time – one is acceptable. I’m just upset that I grazed so much.
When I got home, I put ALL the leftovers in bags and when I got home from the football game, 90% of it was gone. I have no idea where this stuff went, but not in my belly, so that is good.
I’m far from healed, perfect or on the right path – but I am trying!