We had a wonderful holiday weekend with both my crew and Bigg’s. Having all three of my keiki in one place makes for a very happy Ma. I tried to watch my food without being an attention whoring PIA. I succeeded…or at least I thought I did. On Saturday evening, as I was lugging my overextended somali baby tummy around, I was trying to figure out why I’m so freaking full. While eating lunch at 4pm and dinner at 9pm was a contributor, the real culprit for feeling like uck all weekend was this…
It started with chocolate eggs last week…dipped in a 5# tub of creamy peanut butter. Oh so good! It continued on when the Easter Bunny started forming baskets and ended last night with a piece of lamb cake. OK!!!! A piece and a half.
Now I’m stuck with a sugar hangover and quite honestly, I’ll take a Finnish Vodka and Sprite hangover any day to the sugar counterpart. A headache for a day is nothing compared to the bloated, unmotivated, and blobby feel I’ll have for the next couple of days. Poor me.
So back to the drawing board I go. Sugar cleanse, amp the protein and salads, and train harder than last week. And water. Lots and lots of water. I’ll be feeling better by Wednesday, I hope. And I’m just so very happy that there’s not another sugar holiday for at least…three days. The Oz man turns 13 on Wednesday, cake of some sort will be involved. Sigh….
If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else.
Marvin Gaye
