I have been trying to finish a long and probably way too dramatic super heartfelt post for about two days.
Unfortunately, right after I started that mushy gushy post I wore a swimsuit.
It was kind of traumatic.
I am recovering, and trying to stop my out-of-control eating habits.
So I invented a diet!
Are you ready? It's complex.
Every time I want to have a bad snack (my husband buys things like Oreos-- there are BAD snacks in this house) I instead drink a sparkling water.
It fill me up and I temporarily stop thinking about the Oreos and the Bunny Grahams.
All weekend I pretty much just moped around, chugging La Croix and peeing a lot and thinking about when I was pregnant and ate chocolate peanut butter ice cream like there was no tomorrow but then it turned out there was a tomorrow and that tomorrow was today and today I still have 15 pounds to lose and my baby is 9 months old.
Yep. That's what I did all weekend.
Except Sunday when I accidentally went to the Indian lunch buffet and ate my weight in Chicken Tikka Masala. But every other second of the weekend-- moping and dieting.
I am going to the store to buy more sparkling water now.
I am not the only girl in this family who likes to eat. Alice (unlike her mama) is the very cutest kind of chubby. She even makes her (ample) cellulite look good. She is the sparkliest of all.