There's a show down going on in my house
I'm currently on the quest for my collar bones. I know they exist. I just don't know where they are. I successfully haven't had any fried food in a week. I''ve only punched 3ish people and they seem to be recuperating quite well. I'm not being 100% awesome by any means with this
diet life change but I'm taking baby steps to get in the habit of being healthier. I'm failing miserably it seems. I feel like I should be updating you on wonderful celery recipes, and telling you how much water I drank to feel full by now but I'm struggling.
After I walked in after dog sitting for a week these were sitting on the kitchen counter:
Luckily I've been able to resist them. I want one so badly. But I also want to see my collar bones. Some days I 'm able to resist all temptation then others I find myself eating Frito's like a zombie in my kitchen without even thinking about it.
I have a lot of support and I'm really thankful for it. I just love food so much. Everything about it is wonderful. It's what I look forward to.
What I really need is Jillian Michaels to hide in my fridge, freezer and pantry and just jump out like a crazy monkey when I reach for something that has high fructose syrup or whatever she hates people eating. She may just hate it when people eat now that I think about it...
It's a constant battle. One I'm ready to be done with. But I'm going to remain steadfast in me not eating the cinnamon goodness that is in my kitchen.
I won't. I promise.
No seriously. I won't.