What is it about this time of the year that makes me want to eat and eat?
Last year I had the "excuse" that I was pregnant so that is why I was eating a lot.
But in reality I just eat A LOT during this time of the year.
During most months of the year I can walk past a bag of mini Reeses cups and not even bat an eye.
But when December rolls around and I pass by that same bag I act as if I need a Reeses cup in order to save my life, or those around me.
And don't even get me started on the Smore's pop tarts. I know they have nothing to do with Christmas but for some reason they have been calling my name this month.
When I was pregnant I ate two smore's pop tarts everyday.
Then I whined and cried and COULDN'T UNDERSTAND why I was gaining so much weight.
Now I understand. BECAUSE OF THE INSANE AMOUNT OF FOOD YOU ARE EATING YOU CRAZY PREGGO.
42 pounds later and one tiny six pound baby later (you do the math) I vowed to never eat smore's pop tarts again.
Yet here I am enjoying the gooey deliciousness that happens when the marshmallow and chocolate cream mix together beneath that graham cracker crust with a hard shell on top.
But I vow to never eat two a day for more than two consecutive days. I think I can handle that.
Sadly we don't have any Christmas parties to go to this year, so I feel like I'm making up for the calories that I would normally consume at parties.
I will be consuming them at home. By myself. Eating poptarts on the couch while talking to people I don't know on the internet.
Hmm. Maybe there is a reason we weren't invited to any Christmas parties. I'm obviously TOO COOL for parties.
I've also decided that the Reeses mini cups in the shape of Christmas bells do not have a good chocolate to peanut butter ratio. They have too much chocolate.
And now that I've successfully talked about JUNK FOOD for an entire post I think I will go to bed now.
While visions of Reeses cups bounce through my head.