Why do I eat sweets?

Why do I eat sweets?

I know they're bad for me.

They make me feel fat and grumpy.

They make my pants tight, which also makes me feel fat and grumpy.

Sometimes, they even gives me a headache.

What is it about sweets?

As I pressed my fork down through the smooth texture of my famous pumpkin cheesecake, I thought about not eating sweets.

I raised my fork to my mouth . . . the velvety texture on my tongue . . . simply divine.

Comfort food. Pure comfort.

It is doing something that you know you shouldn't do.

It is a privilege.

Something out of the ordinary in the midst of ordinary life.

It speaks of family and friends and laughter, it smells and tastes of love and happiness.

It's a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter night, a pan of fresh, warm Cinnamon rolls on a Sunday, a bowl of ice cream on a summer's day, strawberry short cake of the fourth of July, apple pie when the leaves start to turn, chocolate cake on your birthday,and on this day, pumpkin cheesecake to bring in the New Year.

I fear it's in my blood . . .

and on my thighs!

Confession . . .

I ditched church in the middle of Sunday school. Just grabbed the baby and ran for the door. Now it's just me at home + baby's sleeping = heaven! Sunday mornings are hard! I love church but I have the hardest time with the "getting to" part. I am always late. It doesn't even matter what time I get up, I'm late. Some days I get upset about it and others I shrug it off. Today I am feeling a little overwhelmed. How can one person do all of this? I now have a family of six and I am the Mommy! I am the one that is supposed to hold all of this mess together! My hat is off to you women of all ages who have managed to figure out a way. I guess that is where I am at, figuring out a way. We've got the love part down. There is a lot of love to go around. It is all of the managing. Managing emotions, clothing, meals, paperwork, groceries, events, homework, and extra curriculars. I'm off to try to "organize" myself on paper . . . wish me luck!