I've got the guilties

I had pancakes and a huge glass of chocolate milk for breakfast. This food combination is not unusual for me as I've been a big breakfast eater my whole life. It is by far my favorite meal of the day. So, I planned on eating a very light lunch to off-set my enormous morning caloric intake.

(It'll be okay, Devin.)

I walked on my treadmill which is also a daily requirement, especially since I dread the inevitable weight gain. Daily exercise will help keep my weight down in the coming months and I know I lose weight faster after the baby is born if I exercise the whole pregnancy.

(I'm on the right track and feeling good!)

My husband surprised me with a mocha frappaccino at lunch, complete with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate. I never get the whip or the chocolate when I order a frappaccino (to save a few calories), but, come on, how could I not drink it? It was a gift for pete's sake and I didn't want to seem ungrateful since he was leaving town in a few hours. I drank the whole stinkin' thing to protect his feelings, of course.

(Okay, I won't eat anything else for lunch...I'm still on track; um, kinda.)

I went to pick up Hayden and Keaton from school and they were "sooooooo hungry, Mom!" We went straight to the middle school to get Reagan from her voice lessons and she was "starving, Mom!" Sutton finished volleyball practice and "I cannot describe how famished I am right now, Mom!" So I caved and we went to Walmart that has a convenient in-store McDonald's.

(Things are starting to look really bad for me.)

I ordered the kids their food and, before I could order my usual cheeseburger Happy Meal, I blurted out, "I'll have a Big Mac, please."

(What's your problem, fool?!)

Where did that come from? I haven't had a Big Mac in years! I ate almost the whole burger but only ate a few fries, so as to retain at least an ounce of self respect.

(What a pathetic loser I am.)

Obviously, I didn't do so well today and I disappointed myself. Maybe it was a pregnancy craving. Maybe I'm just a weak, weak woman with little self-control. Either way, that was the most delicious burger I've had in a very long time.

I may just have to go back to Mickey D's tomorrow...after I walk on my treadmill for a few hours. Good grief.