So, my Darling asks her friend "how are things with your mom?". The girl answers "Better. She's more my friend than mom". Her answer sparked an emotion in me. Not sure if it's admiration or disapproval. Some of her choices are every parents nightmare, but judge not lest ye be judged...something about throwing rocks when you live in a glass house...I get it. It's just that it made me wonder what my relationship will be as my children grow older.
When I was little my parents were my world. I was daddy's little girl and he took me everywhere. I only recognized later that it was my mom's sacrifice to stay back and watch the store we owned that allowed my dad the freedom to take me places.
To me, my parents were parents. I wasn't allowed to sleep over at anyone's house except for my cousins. I'd get beat with the feather duster or whatever else was closer, pending the severity of my disobedience. I'm not saying it was abuse. I was not bleeding nor unconscious. As I grew into my teenage years there was no acceptance for coming home drunk or smoking. They were not the 'cool' parents who would let me drink alcohol at home with my buddies. I've heard the saying "I'd rather them get drunk at my home so I can see what's going on". I'm still on the fence about that. What's your take??
When I went through University I would still go home no matter what time it was. I just wanted my own bed. I think that was a direct result of not being allowed to sleep out when I was younger. Only if I was really polluted would I sleep it off at some dorm or friend's place. When I started to hit a rave/after-hours or two, then I started sleeping out. But, at least by then I was older and a bit more mature. I remember at one party, this girl was on all sorts of chemicals and she was ONLY fifteen. I thought to myself, if she's all messed up like this at 15 how is she going to get her buzz on when she's 20?!? Can you say future crack/coke head...
Back then I thought my parents were so lame. So strict. They didn't understand how hard it was to be a teenager. But, now I see that they put all those restrictions because they love and care about my safety. If they didn't care what time I came home I'd be like that 15-yr old flying high as a kite and out at 5:30am.
Teenagers are going to push the limits. So, I'll be setting limits and rules. They are going to cross them. I accept that. But, hopefully it's not too far over and I'm bailing them out of jail, nor having them get some girl pregnant nor move out at 16 nor selling drugs or their body. I don't plan on being a total hardass and they rebel right out the door. Hopefully, there will be a patience, communication, and respect from both sides.
Now, as an adult, I seek their advice and opinion. I value the life lessons they have to offer. I can only hope that I raise my kids as wells as my parents have raised me.
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What type of relationship should a parent have with their child? What was your like with your parents?
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Care TOO Much
Have you ever been infatuated with someone who you've forgotten who you are? All of a sudden the activities, thoughts, and people who filled your days have changed. Now, it is all about Him/Her.
When you're a teenager or young adult it may happen very quickly. One day you see your family every day and night. Then BAM! Your parents wonder if you live there anymore. Maybe you lose yourself slowly. You and your best friend would hang every other day. Then slowly it's once a week. Then you only see them every other weekend. And POOF! They wonder if you've been kidnapped by your boyfriend because they never see you anymore. When they do see you, it's always "where have you been?".
He used to come call on you every weekend, ring you down every night, and text you in between. Now, you're doing all the travelling, calling, emailing, and texting. I get that you like him, but remember that every relationship is a bit of give and take. If you're giving all the time, sometimes you need to hold back and get some. It is a cat and mouse game. Thank gawd I'm not dating anymore, but when you are young you're still figuring out what relationships are all about. Is he worth your time and effort or is he just using you?
Young or old, even when things are not right, some still stay because they don't want to be alone. Valentines is right around the corner. Or maybe it's Christmas/New Year's and you don't want to be alone then either. But, trust that you are not alone. Be it God, your family, your friends, or even your pet, will give you a hug when you need it. It's way better than sticking around and wasting months/years of your life and maybe even wasting a better guy that may come along, but you're too involved to see it.
Then suddenly you are not young anymore. You're married with children and you care only about them. Clubbing? I can't even remember those days. Even playing pool, dinner out, or movies with the ladies seem like distant memories. I've put The Husband and Kidney Disease on top of my priorities for 10+years. Then the kids trumped him and they've taken up the hierarchy. Where does my sanity, sleep, and beauty time blend into this? It hasn't. I've bailed on so many that I don't bother to make plans or commit because I don't want to bail yet again and disappoint people (but, if I'm honest to myself, I'm the one who doesn't want to be disappointed).
Now that Franklin's more stable with his dialysis, I have joined Zumba. Not a big deal to many, but for me it was one of my first commitments to myself to make ME a priority. Remember that YOU are number one. Why do you think air lines instruct that should the plane go down that you should fight every instinct to take care of your Precious and put the oxygen mask on yourself. If you can't take care of yourself, you can't take care of anyone else.
So that I can have more patience with my kids, husband, and dealing with the bad days of Kidney Disease, I must not care too much to the point that I am not caring for myself.
Remember that you must care about yourself, before you can really care about others.
When you're a teenager or young adult it may happen very quickly. One day you see your family every day and night. Then BAM! Your parents wonder if you live there anymore. Maybe you lose yourself slowly. You and your best friend would hang every other day. Then slowly it's once a week. Then you only see them every other weekend. And POOF! They wonder if you've been kidnapped by your boyfriend because they never see you anymore. When they do see you, it's always "where have you been?".
He used to come call on you every weekend, ring you down every night, and text you in between. Now, you're doing all the travelling, calling, emailing, and texting. I get that you like him, but remember that every relationship is a bit of give and take. If you're giving all the time, sometimes you need to hold back and get some. It is a cat and mouse game. Thank gawd I'm not dating anymore, but when you are young you're still figuring out what relationships are all about. Is he worth your time and effort or is he just using you?
Young or old, even when things are not right, some still stay because they don't want to be alone. Valentines is right around the corner. Or maybe it's Christmas/New Year's and you don't want to be alone then either. But, trust that you are not alone. Be it God, your family, your friends, or even your pet, will give you a hug when you need it. It's way better than sticking around and wasting months/years of your life and maybe even wasting a better guy that may come along, but you're too involved to see it.
Then suddenly you are not young anymore. You're married with children and you care only about them. Clubbing? I can't even remember those days. Even playing pool, dinner out, or movies with the ladies seem like distant memories. I've put The Husband and Kidney Disease on top of my priorities for 10+years. Then the kids trumped him and they've taken up the hierarchy. Where does my sanity, sleep, and beauty time blend into this? It hasn't. I've bailed on so many that I don't bother to make plans or commit because I don't want to bail yet again and disappoint people (but, if I'm honest to myself, I'm the one who doesn't want to be disappointed).
Now that Franklin's more stable with his dialysis, I have joined Zumba. Not a big deal to many, but for me it was one of my first commitments to myself to make ME a priority. Remember that YOU are number one. Why do you think air lines instruct that should the plane go down that you should fight every instinct to take care of your Precious and put the oxygen mask on yourself. If you can't take care of yourself, you can't take care of anyone else.
So that I can have more patience with my kids, husband, and dealing with the bad days of Kidney Disease, I must not care too much to the point that I am not caring for myself.
Remember that you must care about yourself, before you can really care about others.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Fish and Chips Diet
Is your partner dieting? Is it tough? I've documented some of my own dieting dramatics like how Franklin f-uped my breakfast order and I was kinda pissed about it post, temptations, and my biggest loser challenges from the beginning, a few of my loses, and my couple of wins. The Diet Days have not been easy.
What makes it even more difficult is my 'supportive' husband. His weight has been all over the map for years in direct correlation to his health and kidney problems. He has been as low as 120-lbs to 170-lbs. Right now, we're in better days, so he is not on his mega restrictive potassium-phosphate-sodium-calcium-protein balanced diet. It's a lot harder than you realize when you can't even eat too many bananas, canned anything (even sauce has a lot of salt), ice cream, potatoes, etc So, eating Popeyes, Swiss Chalet, McDonald's and the like is second nature for him now that he can.
We should cook more often at home. But, now that I'm on maternity leave, cooking EVERY meal can be too much work and I'm just not that good of a cook. I ask him what he wants to do for dinner he says "how about fish and chips?" I kind of just LOST IT! Dude, I'm on a diet!! Do you know what that means? UGGHH! Do you know what being SUPPORTIVE means? It means not suggesting deep-fried for our meal. It means getting my order right for breakfast so I'm eating healthier instead of dripping liquid sugar all over it. It means eating the healthy crap with me. Yeah, I know I'm being a bit 'extra', but being hungry all the time gets some getting used to. No wonder they call big people 'jolly'. They are happy from all the food they are eating.
When I'm back to my pre-baby weight (never quite lost it all from baby 1 so before baby 2 I was already behind the 8-ball) and sporting some hoe-esque inspired outfit for his eyes only, he'll realize all my unpleasantness was worth it.
Now go peel me some carrots! MaMa needs a snack!
What makes it even more difficult is my 'supportive' husband. His weight has been all over the map for years in direct correlation to his health and kidney problems. He has been as low as 120-lbs to 170-lbs. Right now, we're in better days, so he is not on his mega restrictive potassium-phosphate-sodium-calcium-protein balanced diet. It's a lot harder than you realize when you can't even eat too many bananas, canned anything (even sauce has a lot of salt), ice cream, potatoes, etc So, eating Popeyes, Swiss Chalet, McDonald's and the like is second nature for him now that he can.
We should cook more often at home. But, now that I'm on maternity leave, cooking EVERY meal can be too much work and I'm just not that good of a cook. I ask him what he wants to do for dinner he says "how about fish and chips?" I kind of just LOST IT! Dude, I'm on a diet!! Do you know what that means? UGGHH! Do you know what being SUPPORTIVE means? It means not suggesting deep-fried for our meal. It means getting my order right for breakfast so I'm eating healthier instead of dripping liquid sugar all over it. It means eating the healthy crap with me. Yeah, I know I'm being a bit 'extra', but being hungry all the time gets some getting used to. No wonder they call big people 'jolly'. They are happy from all the food they are eating.
When I'm back to my pre-baby weight (never quite lost it all from baby 1 so before baby 2 I was already behind the 8-ball) and sporting some hoe-esque inspired outfit for his eyes only, he'll realize all my unpleasantness was worth it.
Now go peel me some carrots! MaMa needs a snack!
Biggest Loser Update - I'm $5 Richer! W00t!!
I walk through the door and the mind battle begins. He wants to do the weigh-in right away. "Come on, lets weigh-in! You're going down." Considering he lost 5-lbs last weigh-in I wasn't feeling too confidant. It doesn't help when I hear Franklin says "hey, you lost weight. your belly isn't hanging over your pants anymore". My husband speaks my family's language. haha I suggest we just end this contest. It is hard and losing sucks. Dad of course yanks me back to why I'm doing this. It doesn't matter if I lose $5. If I lose weight I've ''won'. Yeah, whatever (in petulant child tone).
We go make our rounds around the house to say hello to everyone first. Once into the kitchen I see my mom is cooking up one of my favourites amongst many good dishes. Curry beef (THE best), jerk pork, baby bok choy, cashew chicken, deep fried shrimp wontons, and one of my niece's favourite (not sure what it's called). I wanted to nibble while we waited for everyone else to arrive because it's my day to not hold back and feast on mom's delicious home cooking.
Let's DO THIS!! Come on fat boy, lets weigh-in. I wanna eat! I'm on the scale & I think I'm haven't gained or lost from last time. Come on. Come on. Let's get it over with. Before he even comes into the bathroom (because no one else is allowed to know my weight. Gotta keep the husband disillusioned) he's admitted defeat and given Franklin $5. Dough Boy has gained 3-lbs. mawhahaha After updating our log book I see I've LOST 2-lbs. W00t!
It is still hard to be mindful of not indulging so often. It has become easier to eat more veggies (if it's there). I try to fill up on that so I'm not overloading on carbs, sugar, and fat. I realise now that I love carbs. Rice (of course), pasta, potato, or bread. One of those is in every meal and has so much calories.
I added 20-minute rowing sessions to my calorie burning repertoire (thanks Mike from pirates and ninjas for the blog shout out, or should I be giving thanks to the Word of the Day calendar). It's not consistent. IF my favourite brother is home, then I'll head over with Marcus to sing/yell off-key and burn off just under 200 calories. I tried going over on my own, but Marcus says it's 'too loud' and wants me to go upstairs with him. So, not helpful.
I will gloat while I can. I just had an Egg McMuffin combo (no cheese, no butter). I earned it (in self-righteous-next-weeks-payer tone)!
Now, to go bake Banana Bread with The Boy.
We go make our rounds around the house to say hello to everyone first. Once into the kitchen I see my mom is cooking up one of my favourites amongst many good dishes. Curry beef (THE best), jerk pork, baby bok choy, cashew chicken, deep fried shrimp wontons, and one of my niece's favourite (not sure what it's called). I wanted to nibble while we waited for everyone else to arrive because it's my day to not hold back and feast on mom's delicious home cooking.
Let's DO THIS!! Come on fat boy, lets weigh-in. I wanna eat! I'm on the scale & I think I'm haven't gained or lost from last time. Come on. Come on. Let's get it over with. Before he even comes into the bathroom (because no one else is allowed to know my weight. Gotta keep the husband disillusioned) he's admitted defeat and given Franklin $5. Dough Boy has gained 3-lbs. mawhahaha After updating our log book I see I've LOST 2-lbs. W00t!
It is still hard to be mindful of not indulging so often. It has become easier to eat more veggies (if it's there). I try to fill up on that so I'm not overloading on carbs, sugar, and fat. I realise now that I love carbs. Rice (of course), pasta, potato, or bread. One of those is in every meal and has so much calories.
I added 20-minute rowing sessions to my calorie burning repertoire (thanks Mike from pirates and ninjas for the blog shout out, or should I be giving thanks to the Word of the Day calendar). It's not consistent. IF my favourite brother is home, then I'll head over with Marcus to sing/yell off-key and burn off just under 200 calories. I tried going over on my own, but Marcus says it's 'too loud' and wants me to go upstairs with him. So, not helpful.
I will gloat while I can. I just had an Egg McMuffin combo (no cheese, no butter). I earned it (in self-righteous-next-weeks-payer tone)!
Now, to go bake Banana Bread with The Boy.
Friday, February 18, 2011
No strings attached - yeah right :P
Funny, how this particular title received the highest votes in my poll about what to blog about next. Many of you naughty readers probably thought it may have dirty desires like the current No Strings Attached movie starring Ashton Kutcher now. Everyone knows that you cannot have a 'friend with benefits' relationship, and think no one will eventually grow feelings. But, hey, maybe you are both married, have too much to lose, and have lost the spark in the bedroom. I"m just saying...HAHA You'll just be dealing with a Fatal Attraction.
Actually, my No Strings Attached idea was inferring about items received for free from someone. It's the plot for every mobster movie. They give you something and then BAM! They are calling on a 'favour' from you. And of course you are obliged to do whatever it is they ask, otherwise be labeled a greedy jerk for taking and not giving.
Well, I'm not sure what life you're living, but I'm not dealing with mobsters. I am however a paranoid pessimist, so when someone offers something, I always have in the back of my mind "what do they want from me?" or more likely "what's in it for YOU?". Sure, we could always believe in the good intentions they have. And more than likely that is where their generosity is coming from. But, when their back is against the wall (and for some, just the opportunity), then they'll start calling in all their good deeds. And I don't want to be on that calling list.
Well, if you're going to give something to me, don't expect something in return. I will give you something because I want to not because I have to. And when I give you something it's because I want to share with you, or help you alleviate some stress, or you might be helping me! I give you some clothes because I have a hoarding problem (are you a hoarder too? check out my Hoarder post) and have to clear out my closet. Giving something with no strings attached, be it sex, clothes, furniture, food,etc., can happen. Both parties will mutually benefit.
It's just that pesky expectation that some have that will leave an ugly feeling. It's happened one too many times and has left me jaded. I have moments of believing, but when I hear "well, I gave you...." I kick myself for being so gullible and naive to think they were giving it out of the kindness of their heart. I still believe that there are some selfless people out there, but if I'm honest with myself, I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop and they come calling for something.
To be forever indebted is too high a price for me. Let me give you EVERYTHING back. Ungrateful? Not from where I'm sitting, but perhaps your perspective feels different? I will not succumb to obligation nor public expectation. So, if you're going to give something to me, give it with no strings attached otherwise you'll be sadly disappointed when you come to call in a favour from me. And I'll do the same.
Deal?
Actually, my No Strings Attached idea was inferring about items received for free from someone. It's the plot for every mobster movie. They give you something and then BAM! They are calling on a 'favour' from you. And of course you are obliged to do whatever it is they ask, otherwise be labeled a greedy jerk for taking and not giving.
Well, I'm not sure what life you're living, but I'm not dealing with mobsters. I am however a paranoid pessimist, so when someone offers something, I always have in the back of my mind "what do they want from me?" or more likely "what's in it for YOU?". Sure, we could always believe in the good intentions they have. And more than likely that is where their generosity is coming from. But, when their back is against the wall (and for some, just the opportunity), then they'll start calling in all their good deeds. And I don't want to be on that calling list.
Well, if you're going to give something to me, don't expect something in return. I will give you something because I want to not because I have to. And when I give you something it's because I want to share with you, or help you alleviate some stress, or you might be helping me! I give you some clothes because I have a hoarding problem (are you a hoarder too? check out my Hoarder post) and have to clear out my closet. Giving something with no strings attached, be it sex, clothes, furniture, food,etc., can happen. Both parties will mutually benefit.
It's just that pesky expectation that some have that will leave an ugly feeling. It's happened one too many times and has left me jaded. I have moments of believing, but when I hear "well, I gave you...." I kick myself for being so gullible and naive to think they were giving it out of the kindness of their heart. I still believe that there are some selfless people out there, but if I'm honest with myself, I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop and they come calling for something.
To be forever indebted is too high a price for me. Let me give you EVERYTHING back. Ungrateful? Not from where I'm sitting, but perhaps your perspective feels different? I will not succumb to obligation nor public expectation. So, if you're going to give something to me, give it with no strings attached otherwise you'll be sadly disappointed when you come to call in a favour from me. And I'll do the same.
Deal?
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
What's Next??
Blog. Blog. Blog. I have tons of ideas that I want to write about. Sometimes, inspiration comes from my life, your life, the news, TV, observations while I'm out, surfing the net, even FB posts! It takes just one word,a sentence, an action, an expression on someone's face, to spark a fire within my head and heart. I jot down the idea, sometimes it's just a title or an example, so I can flush out the thoughts later.
Some feelings and ideas are just so "there" that the words just flow out of my fingertips and the post is completed within minutes. Sort of like the I HATE YOU post. I was furious and just needed to get it out of my heart. I don't want that kind of ugliness lingering around, hence I blog. I used to write on a piece of paper/a diary/even the back of an envelope, just so I can get it out of my system and release myself from the drudgery of poisonous emotions. Now, I can "embarrass" myself for the world to read. (The World...aren't I modest LOL...a girl can Like, Comment, and a Dream right?)
Do you ever get a thought or idea, be it positive or negative, in your head and it just repeats itself over and over and over. Even a compliment about how I've lost weight can take a sinister turn and all of a sudden "I'm so fat. Look at my thunder thighs. I'm huge. I've got a big belly. I need to lose weight. My arms wave" are on repeat in my head. It's not always so negative. It could also go "You hot, girl. Working out is paying off. Need new clothes for this skinny body. Have to get a mani/pedi. Look good. Feeling GREAT! They noticed! They noticed!". Crazy. I know. Hence why I blog to analyze and move on.
Well, these ideas are starting to build up. I've got a list of Draft posts waiting to be explored and posted. There are so many now that I don't know what should be next. I pulled up the list and it seems like so many, that I just start a new one about something else and leave these behind.
They are all worthy of my thoughts and emotions that I will put into them. Sometimes. I just don't have time or it's because the emotions involved while I write them are just too heavy. Like how we found out Franklin had kidney problems post in response from just an inquiry from a friend. It took me a while to write it because I didn't want to feel the fear, disappointment, nor anger again. I've always wanted to document our kidney journey. The emotions. The milestones. Her question helped kick the dust off.
It's funny how it starts with an idea, and as I write, I ramble on and by the end of the post, I'm left with a whole different perspective and/or emotion. Quite the amusement ride and I Love it!
Below is the lengthy list of posts waiting to be blogged about. For most, the title gives you the basic idea. For the others, well, you'll just have to choose and see! Exciting?? LOL...to me it is. I know. I'm lame :P
What would you like to read about next??:
Some feelings and ideas are just so "there" that the words just flow out of my fingertips and the post is completed within minutes. Sort of like the I HATE YOU post. I was furious and just needed to get it out of my heart. I don't want that kind of ugliness lingering around, hence I blog. I used to write on a piece of paper/a diary/even the back of an envelope, just so I can get it out of my system and release myself from the drudgery of poisonous emotions. Now, I can "embarrass" myself for the world to read. (The World...aren't I modest LOL...a girl can Like, Comment, and a Dream right?)
Do you ever get a thought or idea, be it positive or negative, in your head and it just repeats itself over and over and over. Even a compliment about how I've lost weight can take a sinister turn and all of a sudden "I'm so fat. Look at my thunder thighs. I'm huge. I've got a big belly. I need to lose weight. My arms wave" are on repeat in my head. It's not always so negative. It could also go "You hot, girl. Working out is paying off. Need new clothes for this skinny body. Have to get a mani/pedi. Look good. Feeling GREAT! They noticed! They noticed!". Crazy. I know. Hence why I blog to analyze and move on.
Well, these ideas are starting to build up. I've got a list of Draft posts waiting to be explored and posted. There are so many now that I don't know what should be next. I pulled up the list and it seems like so many, that I just start a new one about something else and leave these behind.
They are all worthy of my thoughts and emotions that I will put into them. Sometimes. I just don't have time or it's because the emotions involved while I write them are just too heavy. Like how we found out Franklin had kidney problems post in response from just an inquiry from a friend. It took me a while to write it because I didn't want to feel the fear, disappointment, nor anger again. I've always wanted to document our kidney journey. The emotions. The milestones. Her question helped kick the dust off.
It's funny how it starts with an idea, and as I write, I ramble on and by the end of the post, I'm left with a whole different perspective and/or emotion. Quite the amusement ride and I Love it!
Below is the lengthy list of posts waiting to be blogged about. For most, the title gives you the basic idea. For the others, well, you'll just have to choose and see! Exciting?? LOL...to me it is. I know. I'm lame :P
What would you like to read about next??:
- Organ Trafficking - A Dialysis Patient's Perspective
- Cancer Caps - Warriors and Survivors Should be Stylish TOO!
- Fish and Chips Diet
- Another Year - Still Stuck With Him - Reflection of the Last Year
- From Both Ends - Return of the POO and MORE!
- No Strings Attached - yeah right :P
- The Novelty has Worn OFF - or has it??
- ￠€£$￥ - The Necessary Evil
- Diet Basics
- MaMa's Milk
- Parent, Friend or Both
- Say it. Forget it. Write it. Regret it.
- Dialysis at Sea - Possible?
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Second and third helpings please!
I am watching way too much reality TV. Particularly the ones dealing with food. Not sure if it has any correlation with my current dieting state. The old "you want what you can't have" adage. For me, I want food. For you, maybe it's a bit more out of your reach. A man/woman? A motorcycle? World travel for a year?
One show I have to stop watching is Man vs Food. I still think it's way too much. Well, most of the time. I think I'm becoming desensitized to the amount of food that would considered disturbing. Yikes! 12 egg omelet. Is that really so bad? Who doesn't eat bacon and home fries with their eggs? So what if the total weight including the cheese, sour cream, tomatoes, peppers, and green onions total 5-lbs. The vegetables don't count. Add those to the 'eating healthy' category. And the 'lying to yourself' category too. lol
Watching Cupcake Wars or baking competitions, just puts me in the mood for some form of baked good. Cookie, cake, bar, muffin, whatever!
Sadly, even some disgusting combos sound possible. Check out this site This is Why You're Fat Pretty funny.
If I suspend my disbelief of the caloric intake for just one meal I can actually enjoy my wings, chili, pizza, chip & dip, and desserts. Hey, suspension of disbelief is the foundation of most of Hollywood movies. LaLaLand can't be wrong. Right?! haha
You can pretend years of over-eating, debauchery, smoking, recreational drug use, spending beyond your means, etc is o.k., but it will all catch up it you one day. You'll end up broke, fat, with some form of organ damage.
I said years of abuse. This weekend is OK though. Diet Schmiet
One show I have to stop watching is Man vs Food. I still think it's way too much. Well, most of the time. I think I'm becoming desensitized to the amount of food that would considered disturbing. Yikes! 12 egg omelet. Is that really so bad? Who doesn't eat bacon and home fries with their eggs? So what if the total weight including the cheese, sour cream, tomatoes, peppers, and green onions total 5-lbs. The vegetables don't count. Add those to the 'eating healthy' category. And the 'lying to yourself' category too. lol
Watching Cupcake Wars or baking competitions, just puts me in the mood for some form of baked good. Cookie, cake, bar, muffin, whatever!
Sadly, even some disgusting combos sound possible. Check out this site This is Why You're Fat Pretty funny.
If I suspend my disbelief of the caloric intake for just one meal I can actually enjoy my wings, chili, pizza, chip & dip, and desserts. Hey, suspension of disbelief is the foundation of most of Hollywood movies. LaLaLand can't be wrong. Right?! haha
You can pretend years of over-eating, debauchery, smoking, recreational drug use, spending beyond your means, etc is o.k., but it will all catch up it you one day. You'll end up broke, fat, with some form of organ damage.
I said years of abuse. This weekend is OK though. Diet Schmiet
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