Little Debbie...

...why do you call to me?

So, on a night like this one, when I feel depressed about feeling FAT and HUGE from pregnancy and from gaining too much weight too fast (and because I can't fit into anything) why is my first reaction to reach into the pantry and stuff three Little Debbies into my face?

Seriously, you'd think my natural reaction would be to pop in a workout dvd and walk off some of these dang fat rolls. No, instead I feed the insanity.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

P.S. Please no comments about how I'm not fat or whatever. That's not my point. I don't want compliments, really. The point is that I feel fat and huge because this is the fattest I've ever been in my life and I hate how it feels. After this next baby I am swearing to myself to lose all the weight (and the weight that I didn't lose after #2). Sheesh!

P.S.S. I think I may have actually just talked myself into a workout. This wasn't all bad, I suppose...

The End.