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Diary of a Fat girl ep 1

Here we are again...
I started the Couch to 5k program again this morning!  It was getting increasingly difficult to occupy 2 children simultaneously while in a different room.  Since JP started preschool this week, and Z woke up early enough to nap right after he was dropped off, I finally had the time to hit the treadmill for 30 min or so.  It felt great! 
Now all that needs to happen is a stricter diet.  I kind of hate all the people that pioneered the whole "processed food" business.  With the white sugar and white rice and flour and bread and pasta.  They're off my Christmas card list.  All of them.
It wouldn't be a big deal if it didn't all taste so good! 
Now that Z is on her way to being completely weaned (by her own choice.... and the fact that she bites me unless it's first thing in the morning)  I have been enjoying a cup or 4 of coffee.  And with that comes all the fabulous, addictive coffee creamers.  The Coldstone creamery flavor, and the York peppermint patty, and the Almond Joy. 
Coffeemate is off the list, too.
Not to mention all the tempting places that are in the vicinity of my house and the preschool.
(Thought that ran thru my head earlier this week:  I'm out, and prolly won't get back home until after JP is done with school... sure, I'll get a breakfast sandwich and a donut!!  I don't do it everyday!)
Tim Hortons... off the list.
I did behave myself last night and made red beans and brown rice.  I had to add sour cream, tho... due to accidentally adding double the amount of cayenne pepper ... My husband thought it was delicious.
I had every intention of going vegetarian after the first of the year.  I made it 2 days, and still felt all shaky and weird, despite eating myself silly on veggies and such.  I broke down and ate a ham sandwich, and all was well with the world. 
I don't know if it was because I have since had kiddos, but I went veggie for several months right before my son was conceived.  Who knows.  Apparently it doesn't work for me anymore!
Until next time!  This fat girl needs to get ready to pick up my little mister!
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