Monday, January 23, 2012
As of this morning, in an effort to reign in some of the awful habits that we have developed in the last few months, Dave & I have instituted a last call for food: eight o' clock.
We chose eight because that is the kids' bedtime. I won't eat crap while little eyes are watching & if I'm really legitimately hungry after eight, we've allowed ourselves the option of "in emergency, eat produce."
Being that this is the first night & my stomach is angrily protesting the rule change, I find myself wanting to gnaw on my own flesh & wondering just how many Weight Watchers PointsPlus Values my left hand has. It has to be light meat, right? Like a chicken wing? One PointsPlus per ounce?
I tried to distract myself with a little web surfing, but as far as I can tell, all of the Pinners that I follow are hungry right now too. Pinning food on Pinterest is a form of cyber bullying.
I'm going to bed.