Fit + Flabuless!

Well. Fifteen minutes later, actually. But the sucker's been filed. And now I must admit that in the 45 minutes it took me to physically write the bitch, I did indeed eat the rest of that coconut-almond candy bar plus another one in dark chocolate minus nuts (both organic and from the health food store and so much more delicious than any Mounds or Almond Joy that has passed my lips) plus three of those damned bran crackers--two with peanut butter (thank God the jar is empty; too bad I have another one waiting in my pantry that is really more like its own room) and marmalade and one with I can't believe it's not butter spray (remember when Fabio was in their commercials?) and marmalade with a cup of tea. I guess I'll just call it lunch and be done with it for a while. I tell you, weekends are the bane of my diet. Must. Have. Structure. Or maybe just leaving the house would do it. There's just too damn much food here. Maybe that's the thing--keep less food in the house. Although it seems that backfires for you in terms of takeout options. Not such a problem here. Well damn. It'll take me a while to eat down all the stuff I've got, so I'll have to forget that plan. I think I'll take the shiny, silky poochie for a nice long walk. He was dancing around when I was trying to type, so I better indulge him. Loved ones--even in the form of pets--are good for indulging.