Temporary Relocation

Well we are all settled in at my Mom's house to house sit with all of the animals. It should be a long and torturous week. LOL.

Husband played easter bunny for all of the kids this morning, and brought me a huge teddy bear (which he hasn't done since highschool when I collected them) and said it was because he knew I couldn't eat a ton of chocolate. Then I found two hidden bags of Reeses eggs which is likely going to kill me.

I get to spend this whole week at my mom's house, which means I will be really homesick when I get back to my house next week. It is going to be pure torture! I will be struggling to not gorge myself on everything because I am sad. Hubby is traveling a lot these days, which leaves me a lot of alone time. Luckily, as long as I do not shop and stock the house with junk, I stay away from it because I cannot just hop up and go to the store for it.

I have done good today. Because we are all alone, there is no big Easter Sunday meal for me to eat. This means my sad little lunch was NutriSystem chicken cacciatore. It was good, but it was no ham, mac and cheese and green beans. :(

On the up side, I TORE IT UP at the gym the other night. I finally tackled the stairmaster. I only did 10 flights of steps, but I still finally did it and it wasn't near as torturous as I thought it would be. I then rocked the tread, both front and backwards, on a high incline and spent some time on the elliptical. For once I did not want to die after that, which means I am getting more stamina. I also rotated all of the cardio with weights and machines, since I know I have been neglecting my upper body. I was SO SORE for the first time in a while. It was satisfying.

Emotional Eating

Ugh.. Hubby was being a brat, and I was eating, and the next thing I know I have eaten an entire huge entree of pasta with shrimp and artichokes, a whole baguette with oil, and a huge chocolate tiramisu. I cannot keep doing this. I feel so sick.

I was debating doing nutrisystem last night. Maybe it would be more likely to help with my portion control issues.

Ugh!

Sometimes I think this blog should not be called "The Skinny Sister" but instead, it should be called, "Confessions of a Binge Eater".

Damn you Pillsbury Pink Lemonade frosting.

Damn me. Damn my willpower. SIGH.