I had a vivid dream last night that I was back at a Weight Watchers meeting. The message resonated clear as bell, "Yes, yes I could do this I just need the support. I could even do Atkins and go to the meetings for the rah-rah and silver stickers."
Then I woke up and ate three C's for breakfast.
Cocoa Puffs - Bought these as a dry "treat" to put in our diaper bag and eat after a wholesome lunch.
Cotton Candy - Leftover from our visit to Kiddieland yesterday.
Cookies - Homemade chocolate chip cookies that I ate three of.
The worst part is that I actually let the kids eat this for breakfast too! (Well ok, I hogged the cotton candy). Not too big of a deal since they eat a healthy fiberfull breakfast every usual day. And I made a big deal about how this was a silly treat to eat these things for breakfast. But still. My mother's voice of guilt is pound pound pounding in my ears.
Big sigh. The hell?