LOCAL SECURITY NEEDED
BRUTE FORCE NEEDED
MUST KEEP WOMAN FROM HER OWN REFRIGERATOR.
For the past two nights I have cuddled my kid, let him thrash about on top of me while crying and giggling like some sort of bi-polar rolly-polly, and then drifted to the kitchen to stare in to the fridge.
Last night I decided, at 11pm, that the only way to be able to sleep well was to load up a casserole dish with broccoli, cheese and Panko and eat my way into oblivion. Tonight was no exception as I scooped up the last of the sour cream, salsa and chips into my gaping maw.
I've tried busying myself with other tasks but I find that only delays the inevitable.
So, instead of dieting (that would be foolish), I have decided the only reasonable option is to hire a large man to stand in my kitchen like a bouncer and make sure my name is NOT on the list.
Yup. That's the only reasonable option.
Maybe I could be the next Jenny Craig?
Or Marie Osmond?
Or Kirstie Alley?
Yup - I'm totallllly Kirstie. :)