Damn Teacher Appreciation Week

Now, don't get me wrong. I love the fact that we are recognized for all the hard work we do throughout the year, but to get to school this morning to hear the announcement about pastries in the conference room, and permission to leave the class to get some? Come on people! I got myself some fruit. Everyone kept saying "but there's sugar free cake. You can have some of that." I don't think so. I know they bought it for the few of us that are diabetics, but I didn't want to start my day eating any kind of cake. (Ok, I would have loved to do that, but I CAN'T!!!!) I had just my cheerios with skim milk this morning, made my spinach salad for lunch, and grabbed one of Nathaniel's yo-baby yogurts for a snack before the gym. I took the chicken out of the freezer before I left for school. I am trying to plan, since I know that will work better for me.

Now, my lovely husband on the other hand, I would swear is sabotaging me and all my effots. Yesterday, we talked about how I have little to no self control - hello, I ate an entire bag of potato chips with french onion dip between Friday night and Saturday afternoon- and how I need him to help me by not bringing crap into the house. He agreed, since his major addiction is chips with salsa. Well, early in the evening, we were watching tv and a hershey commercial came on. I knew he was going to the store to get pop after the baby went to bed, and I asked him to get me a hershey bar. He didn't go right away, but when he finally did go, I told him and even reminded him NOT to get any candy bars. And what do you suppose I found in the freezer this morning???? 4 flippin' candy bars!!!!! I asked him why he got them and he said it was because he wanted one. OK, fine, then buy one and eat it!!!! Don't bring them home. I was so upset and he didn't even seem to understand why. Seriously, we had just talked about this. His justification was that they were on sale. I was so mad.

I forgot to note that this week is measurement week at the gym, and it's not going to be good. I know that I am not losing weight, and it frustrates me like you wouldn't believe. And then. people at work are always telling me that I am slimming down. I am starting to think that people think I want to hear that from them, even when it's just not true. Maybe I am crazier than I think. Boy, that's scary!