brown. and bland.
That's what your lunch looks like when you haven't gone grocery shopping in 6 weeks.
My sad cardboard (two heels! pitiful) PB&J will have to suffice,
while I sketch out our plan of attack for the store later today.
I'm dreaming of prime rib. haagen dazs. anything cheese.
anything and everything food.
somehow the stud hubs and I declared January 2012, the month where all things healthy resume in our life full-time.
I guess it's
farewell to you, my dear sweet open 'til midnight drive-thrus.
until we meet again, during my next pregnancy...
or, let's be honest,
next week after I've burned a thousand calories while feeding Baby Bean.
yeahhhhh. next week sounds about right.
mama gets what mama wants.