Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Fecking Hell

I would really like to dive face first into bowl of macaroni and cheese right now.
Or an entire pan of actual brownies made with something other than coconut flour.
Or pie.
*sigh*
I know that my body is probably better off when I stick with grain free ... but my brain begs to differ and it's so fecking hard sometimes to not just say "screw it." It's especially hard when the smallish one isn't nearly as gung ho about it as he was at the beginning and just wants to eat whatever whenever (like the HoHos his dad bought for him Sunday or the Burger King on Monday). It also doesn't help that it's not doing a damn bit of good with the whole scale situation and at least when I let myself indulge in grainy goodness I knew that I'd have a good chance of "losing" just because of the excess time spent on the toilet.
Yeah. Possibly TMI. Whatever.
And maybe it wasn't necessarily the grains but a bug I didn't know about. I used to be able to eat whatever whenever. I could have just put 2 and 2 together and come up with 43, right?
Why isn't anything ever easy?

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