Lazy days- food therapy

I'm sure I'd be getting more out of my challenge, but I've fallen victim to the cupcake. the last week, the beginning of the 14 day leg of my weight loss journey have been a game of dodgeball for me. I'm dodging fats and dairy as I'm finding those foods are what are slowing down my digestion and making my tummy bloat and feel like a sock filled with two water balloons. Typically if I consume brown rice with any meal I feel the opposite. I feel like the water balloons are back up in my bra where they should be. Speaking of my bra, I feel like it's fitting me better and I can cinch it one notch more with every day I eat right.
As for my sugar addictions, I've fallen victim to the cupcake for Drew's birthday yesterday and before that I've only messed up one more time. And I feel like the Cadillac dealership is to blame for that. Every time we buy a new car there, they send us a tin full of toxic sin cookies. The kind that make you wanna put a scrunchie in your hair, by way of a side pony tail (so when you lay on the couch your head isn't bothered by the bump of your regular pony), take out your contacts and eat the whole tin of cookies while watching lifetime or hallmark channels in your sweatsuit from walmart. Forget about the juicy velour jumpsuit you bought to lounge in pre-baby or your pink Victoria secret pants you bought that now make you have two guts. These cookies are so chewy they could be considered still raw. They make you feel like one really is so thin, if you ate two it should still be considered as just one cause if you stacked them they would be equal to a homemade one. I'm sure I'm the only one following that tangent... But I feel better now, like I took all the power away from those effing cookies just by getting into depth about how they make me feel.
Fall is a hard time to really control your diet. I figure if I can make it through the holidays, I can make it through anything. Halloween I really would love to eradicate from my calendar, it's the reason American kids are fat arses. I would love to strap a feed bag of twix and snickers to my face and spend the day laying in bed... But I'd feel like crap, so wont. Sugar like that only makes my stomach sick, my head hurt and my ass heavier for myself to carry around.
On the agenda rest of the day, steak dreams and enjoying the 75 degree weather.

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