Chocolate covered pretzels? OH YEAH!! The perfect breakfast treat!
Hey LOOK! Greek flavoured President's Choice potato chips. No gluten in those!! My blood sugar will be stable.
David asks, "What are you eating?"
"All the extra crumbly bits from our various nacho bags. I smoosh them like this (I demonstrate with another bag - crunch, crunch, crunch). See? This is me NOT wasting food."
"You're eating them in a cereal bowl with a spoon."
"Yes, but it's a teaspoon. This way I won't eat as much. Plus I didn't want to get my fingers all icky with the extra salsa I poured on... I am a genius!!"
Healthy dinners devolve into glutenous, fat-filled, saliva-inducing foods from the bad side of the grocery store.
"What's for dinner tonight Mummy?"
"Pizza!"
"YAY!!! Pizza! Is it the frozen kind?"
"Yes. Yes it is - one full pizza per person! I call dibs on the extra meat one!"
"What's for dessert tonight, love?"
"Lava cakes..."
"Oh, lava cakes. I like la..." (David is a bit of a chocoholic himself.)
"I'm not done... with rolo ice cream..."
"I like rolo ice..."
"Still not done... covered in caramel sauce..."
"I..."
"I. AM. NOT. DONE. ... and chocolate sauce, and chocolate chips and cool whip and...."
"And a cherry?"
"Yes."
"You had me until cherry."
You know how sometimes you're craving your 2nd dessert even before you've finished your first?? |
I think the sugar coma is setting in, I've started writing bad limericks about the PMS Diet Phenomenon.
For few days she forsakes her food sense
Before her period, she spares no expense
Chips, cookies and chocolate
PMS throws its gauntlet
With junk food the only defense.
PMS rules our lunar calendar
Oh hormones, you maternal saboteurs
Salty sweet things might assist
Shake her a martini - we CAN co-exist
QUICK! Dark chocolate is what she prefers.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I shall eat properly. It'll be easy. We finished the ice cream tonight, I'm out of Drambuie for my Rusty Nails and Rissa took the last of the Pillsbury chocolate chip cookies to school with her today. Tomorrow morning I shall enjoy my Rice Krispies... that's right my BROWN Rice Krispies. Oh yeah... Mmmmmmm... the anticipation... it might just kill me. No seriously, that crap turns to dust in a gal's mouth, I'll need extra soy milk nearby.