Its a full moon tonight. I love it when the moon is full. Its beautiful and my evening walk with the dog is more enjoyable somehow. But the real reason I like the full moon is because its the one day out of the month that I pawn off my grouchiness on something other than me.
Today I am especially grouchy because I gave up and decided it was time to alter my food intake. That's right...I'm dieting. No sugar for 3 weeks and very little carbs. Then I can gradually add some things back in, like fruit, but only in very small amounts. Half a cup to be exact. Do you realize how small half a cup is?!?!? REALLY, REALLY SMALL.
So basically, I'm starving and everyone has noticed. Flip was trying to get my attention today and I just couldn't focus. Coooooookies...cooooookies...chips...coookies..."MOM!" And then I'm suddenly snapped out of my carbohydrate revelry. And as my imaginary meal of sugar laden carbs evaporated so did my calm demeanor that I save for when I'm in public. "WHAT FLIP!?!?!"
His face drops and he slowly and insecurely brings around the page he colored for me from behind his back. I crushed him! I'm a horrible, horrible, hungry mother. Poor Flip. "Mom, I'm just trying to be nice to you."
Oh gosh, I'm about as sweet as a werewolf right now. Dexter even noticed my moodiness was more than normal for the end of a toddler filled day. Fitting into my jeans better be worth it. Dexter said I will look even better, but he is certain by the end of my 3 weeks we won't be on speaking terms so he isn't exactly sure why I bother.
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