My (not so) Fat Tuesday

In the last month or so, we have started going to church regularly again. I'm ashamed to say just how long we didn't go regulary, so I won't. For quite some time, it turned into a wrestling match... trying to keep the girls from bothering the people around us, running the aisles, and spilling goldfish at our feet. I have never really cared for the daycare there, so we always took them with us. Whether it was more of a hassle b/c of the girls young ages, or we were just too lazy, we took a hiatus. However, in the last month we haven't missed yet and its been kind of nice. The girls are great, as long as we feed them and give them lots to color. Okay, so I've strayed just a but in what I was going to talk about, but it is related I promise! Since we've been going to church, I knew exactly when ash wednesday would be this year. Normally I don't know till I get the phone call from my mom the day of... "You do know what today is, don't you?" Uh-huh.

I decided this year, for the first time ever, to give up something I really really like and go all out for fat tuesday. This year I decided to give up sweets. Not that I'm even a big fan of sweets, but lately I've been eating more than my fair share, and its starting to show. Still can't shake those damn holiday pounds. The girls get one sweet treat every day, and I've been sneaking bites here and there. Or two or three bites. Of oreos. And ice cream. Hello fat. So, in my somewhat selfish motive to lose a few pounds, I decided this would be my motivation to do it. I had great plans for fat tuesday. Cookie dough. Brownie batter. Baskin Robbins peanut butter chocolate ice cream. Those are my 3 faves. I was going to go all out, make myself sick about it, then give it up for 40 days!! About 4 a.m. tuesday morning, someone else had other ideas.

I was awakened to Lainey being awakened by the stomach bug we've been hearing so much about. Poor thing was up for the next few hours not able to keep anything down. This went on allll day Tuesday. I have a tremendous amount of mommy guilt over lots of things, and stealing away from my very sick child to go make some cookie dough... I just couldn't do it! The fact that she was sick and couldn't eat some too didn't help my conscience. She LOVES sweets. SO... I didn't have my fat tuesday, my big hurrah, that I had planned. However, once all was quiet that night and she was tucked neatly in my bed, I snuck into the kitchen to get the carton of baskin robbins... I HAD to have a little something after all. As I was eating it, I was trying not to think of where the fat and calories would be going. I loved every bite. Then I threw it away. There was enough left for one more bowl, and I couldn't have that sitting around in my freezer, teasing me. Tempting me. I hear that it takes about 21 days to break a habit, and I hope these 3 weeks pass quickly enough that I can break the habit. No more just one oreo while the girls eat theirs. And no more chocolate peanut butter ice cream in the house... ever! I'm the only one who likes it anyway, so we don't need it!

So, my fat tuesday didn't end up being nearly as big of a sugar party as I had planned, but that's okay. Hopefully the scale will thank me for it. The girls did have a cookie today, and I passed. It was actually easy. Just 38 (or is it 39?!) more days to go!