Hahahahahahahaha... OK, not really. I'm just trying to eat a little better and move a little more. I had an epiphany the other day, which was that if I want to have another baby, I'd better lose this extra weight I've got hanging on before I get pregnant, or it'll be as good as stuck there for a while. I got back down to pre-baby weight at some point during Lucy's life (it was at that point that I finally got rid of my old pants -- if they didn't fit then, they weren't going to!), but it has crept back up. This wouldn't bother me so much, except that I know I don't move around nearly as much as I should, and I eat my own version of junk food all afternoon, every afternoon.
So. The moving around problem I hope to remedy by buying Lucy a semi-expensive balance bike for Christmas, so I'll have put so much money into it that I'll feel compelled to take her on walks with it all the time. (Using the normal human misunderstanding of sunk costs to my advantage.)
And on the food front:
Yes, that it as extra large pill box filled with chocolate chips. You see, lately Norman and I have been going through a 10 oz bag of Ghirardelli 60% dark chocolate chips every week by ourselves. And that's reining it in to only one bag a week. This cannot be good for me (especially when I'm so sensitive to caffeine and sugar). So I now have my daily allotment in the pill box. It's working pretty well so far -- I haven't cheated, but I did get a little snippy one afternoon. But in my defense, it turned out to be a really bad week to cut back on the chocolate, reproductive-system-ly speaking.
I will leave you with this, which is on my refrigerator above my list of approved snacks:
This is the real reason I'm so strict with food, so it helps to be reminded.
(Here is the article in which Drew Carey said that. I highly recommend it -- he is wise and inspiring.)