Ask Me If I Care.

Exhibit A


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Exhibit D

I'd Like One Medium Cow Please.

Because mama can eat like nobody's business.

I'd like to resume my normal eating habits, but it's safe to say that ain't gonna happen while nursing this 8 month old chunk. Each morning I wake with the best of intentions to eat healthy and resonable portions, ask for help from the Lord above for this simple request, and then my feet touch the floor and it's all over. I immediately start salivating for junk, and lots of it. I ate pistachio cookies for breakfast 3 days in a row. As I type I can hear the Santa Claus Snickers calling my name from downstairs. An Oreo shake from anywhere would do me good right about now. But it's not just junk that I want. I ate a Garden Turkey Wrap as big as my face the other day and still wanted more food. Most of the time I can't chocolate cookies keep kettle corn a straight thought Coke.

See what I mean? Moo...

Challenge #2.

The first challenge is going very well, so I thought just maybe...

My Strongest Weakness.

This, my friends, is the ultimate challenge for me. My paper towel holder is empty and has been for five days. Five! Days! Five, I say! I guarantee you it is wondering what the heck is up. My OCD shows itself something fierce when it comes to germs, cooking, cross-contamination, and clean countertops. I use paper towels like mad while cooking, eating, washing my hands (a BUNCH), breathing, etc. Considering we are a relatively environmentally friendly and conservation-wise household, this poses a little bit of hypocrisy now doesn't it? Never fear. I'm going to lick this bad habit and maybe even my fingers too. I bought cloth napkins and fully intend to strictly use dish towels for cleaning the countertops and drying my hands. {Insert deep breath here.} Ready. Set. Go.