Thursday, January 20, 2011

Frustrations and Food

Thank GOD for me thinking of blogging when I'm hungry because today I could eat an entire cow. It all started this morning when kids right and left started waking up early. Cash the baby at 4:15am, Cayleigh the middle wonder at 5:15am and Chloe the diva 5:45am. At one point this morning, while I was in the shower and daddy was trying to get dressed, they were ALL 3 CRYING! Seriously it would have been immediate birth control for anyone.
Daddy got to go to work as soon as the chaos began, lucky him. I on the otherhand had to endure the deafening screams of the above mentioned angels. Me being SUPERMOM, and yes I said that out loud, all was calm in a matter of 10 minutes. The girls were on the couch with their piece of bread, don't judge it was whole wheat, and watching "their shows." (GOD BLESS NICK JR.) Cash was taking a cat nap in the vibrating chair. This is my chance, hair, make-up, figure out WTF I'm gonna wear in my non-existent wardrobe, and get the girls clothes ready.
Just then...whah from the vibrating chair, screams from the living room, at that point I melted into nothingness. All I wanted to do was throw my hands up and have a chocolate muffin or a HUGE bowl of crunch berry cereal, in all honesty a Big Mac would have done the trick. I'm such a stress eater. I don't know what it is about food that makes me so...happy. Especially when I feel so sad when I do that to myself.

Then it hit me, the image of me in these...

Yes there they are...the elusive MissMe Jeans or "bling-bling" jeans as I like to call them. Look how good that chicks ass looks in there.

So at that point once the screams broke my dream sequence of me running through a grass field with a perfect body and bling bling jeans sparkling in the sun. I pulled myself up by the boot straps, put the big mac out of my mind and went on with the morning.

I know this is going to be a struggle. Especially for someone like me that uses food as her happy place. I weigh in today...if I'm down again I will be re-assured that the stress is worth it.


1 comment:

  1. I'm praying for you...and, your blog is my birth control. Teagan may end up being an only child. I know you are going to be a FIT and HEALTHY girl, forget skinny, running around in those bling jeans.