Eaten words: 2500 calories

If a picture is worth a thousand words, I have eaten them.

Tonight my home looked so clean. Looked, and actually was. My Nanny had cleared out drawers and cupboards and as I peeked inside I came across heirlooms (OK fine I just thought they were lost forever, so excuse me for being melodramatic) of my past.

I found an album of the year I became a Mommy. I was not fat, but I remember I thought I was. I wish I had known I looked good then. Maybe if I had known, I would not have stuffed my face with fried foods. I think somewhere, on some remote island- there are other people like me who eat fried anything to deal with issues, but here I just feel weird.

The other day my brother came into my house and I was frying pastry dough right out of the package. He tried to convince me that's not what the product was intended for. Single standing consumption.

I think in those pictures I found I looked awesome for me. I just didn't know it. I remember feeling overweight and the more I picked myself apart the more food I needed to put myself back together again.

All those pictures of being 23 and fitting into images or even the camera lens and here I am now touching twenty nine and the only thing between the girl in those pictures and the girl I am now is 100 pounds.

The only thing is 100 pounds. 100 pounds.

Another brotherly nudge came today when I got asked why my entries aren't following my blogs title. Come on, Mommy's supposed to be on a diet.

Oh shut up, I'm getting there.