Well, I'm not.
I'm talking about my new diet. It's called the 'No More Little Debbies' diet, and it's so hard! I have to admit that during my pregnancy I developed quite an addiction to these sugary, fluffy, creamy cakes. And that waxy feeling that the frosting leaves on your tongue-divine!
After I had Sarah I realized, of course, that I could not continue eating packages of the snack cakes everyday, (I have amazing metabolism during pregnancy that leaves me immediately after giving birth- nursing does NOT melt the fat away.) so I told myself I could have ONE a day. One. Well, lacking self control, I would sneak a bite in at breakfast, a few before lunch, and by the end of the day I would have eaten half a box. You heard me!
So, I have decided the only way I am actually going to succeed my battle is to not have any in the house. At first the very thought of not having any cakes right at my fingertips gave me the shakes. But I am so sick of looking at all the 'jiggly' in the mirror, that I am willing to give it a try.
So here I am. Stuck in a Little-Debbi-less house, but about 1000 calories lighter today than any other day. I can't say that I won't ever fall of the wagon, but maybe someday soon I will wake up WITHOUT Little Debbies on the brain.
Poor little Rachel doesn'ts stand a chance.