One week later

Our youngest is now one week old. He's a quiet sleepy little fellow. Only cries when he's hungry or gassy. Our oldest is trying to adjust and adapt and feels a little left out I think. He says he likes his little brother. I feel bad because I'm usually swatting him away since he's 4 years old and doesn't understand that the little one is fragile.

Well, time to work, just keeping this thing alive.

Oh, eating, yeah I've done decent in past days. Grandmother made me a chocolate chip cake which, if you haven't had one, is very tasty. So tasty that it's easy to make yourself sick eating one. Her bringing me that cake made me have an epiphany. For the past few years I would save up my bad eating for Friday evening. Well, more often than not we'd have a party to go to or a family outing that weekend, where more bad eating would commence.

I decided that events will be my bad eating. Outside of that, I don't want to eat junk. No chocolate, candy, cheese, etc. That's really really hard with two young children and mother in law staying with us. The range of foods we have is very wide. I have to decline the foods that kids love because they are public enemy #1 to adults watching weight. Harder is declining to eat some foods that one might consider healthy when they either aren't or aren't to me.

Now, I have to do all of this, work out and actually drop some fat pounds so that I won't look like a damn food deprived fool that's still bulging over the top of his pants. Here goes...