The big slip

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.

What I ate (too much of?)

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!