And So It Continues…

I am surviving. Barely. The past few days I have eaten nothing but junk. I stayed within my calorie range too, which means that I didn’t eat the kind of things I should eat and instead splurged on things like white chocolate covered popcorn (yum!) and Loft house cookies (those suckers are addictive) instead of having actual meals. Yesterday morning I had half a chocolate bar for breakfast. That’s not healthy. I’m surprised I haven’t succumbed to a sugar overdose. Seriously, I just got a paper cut right now and I think frosting came out. This is really, really difficult guys. It seems like my husband’s family are constantly in the kitchen eating something, too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen people continuously graze like this, from first thing in the morning until well after midnight. Cake, pie, chocolates, pizza; the list goes on and on. I’ve had to resort to things like locking myself in my bedroom and folding laundry. Or like yesterday morning when I used the candy bar high to fuel a scrubbing down of my entire bathroom. I also have started taking long bubble baths with a good book, anything to avoid being in the kitchen with all that crap. I figure if all else fails, I can just go find a corner, curl up into the fetal position, and whimper my way through this madness. Please, cross your fingers for me!