Monday, May 16, 2011
I'm dreaming of a MOOOLTEN CHOCOLATE CAKE, just like the ones I used to eat
I'm down another 2 pounds, for a grand total of 7 pounds lost from my all time non-pregnancy high. It seems the "Not Shoving Everything I See in My Mouth, Sleeping, and Getting off my Ass" diet plan is working. Go figure. It also helps that my husband is following a strict regime of "I Refuse to Eat in a Restaurant With Our Children." Which really made me bitter on Friday when he was off all day and I came home and had to cook (Sidenote: WTF?!?) I just wanted a molten chocolate cake from Chili's. And a magarita. And some southwest eggrolls. Instead, I had chicken with chipotle and black bean salsa, corny cornbread, and brownies with white wine. I know it sounds the same, but it's not. Oh, how it was not. Did I mention that I had to make it?