to boob or not to boob?

"is it ok to undulge myself too much? "

"yes, yess, yes it is." i tell myself.

a melting bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough with too much chocolate syrup sits before me as i repeat the almost mantra to myself "i live my life always trying to make myself happy, because happiness is sanity."

the bowl is finished. my lips are sticky. my chin is sticky. my fingers are sticky but not from the chocolate syrup (i missed the napkin while blowing my nose. sick....)

oh good gracious is this what i have become??? i blubbering ice cream monster that cannot stop herself from eating sweets. from adding chocolate milk to rice krispies instead of 1% milk. gracious. i really have a problem! and this problem is hypocrytical to what i tell people, and also this problem is going to lead me down the path to obesity!!! ahhhhhhh.

you know, i've found that the only benefit to being larger/ gaining weight is just this: boobs. i gain weight, my boobs get bigger! i start working out, the disappear. what a nasty thing! i could settle for being huge and fat only for the reward of a bigger chest, or i could settle with being healthy and fit, only to have some teeny bopper 8th grader be 5 cup sizes bigger than i am. oh gracious. i think oerhaps i can answer my own question: i'll go with the boobs. haha!!! just kidding. the hot and healthy bod

definately trumps the boobs. besides... with strong pecs comes perky boobs.... oh man i've gone too far. BUT(t) i feel energized now that i have got my brain's juices flowing, my wit on the move, etc etc, so perhaps i could actually start my day!!! (at 3pm... awesome)

but a side note before i go pack up and clean this house i am house sitting..... i need to work on NOT rewarding myslf so much with sweets, or sitting down to watch a movie. instead i should reward myself with a walk up the hill (when i get home) a climb up the tree, a look to the sky while it's raining. SOMETHING. besides eating. so. i am developing new chalenges for myself.

a) work out/ exercize/ get off my ass for a (fill in the blank) (significant amount of time) for every hour that i spend sitting on my ass

b) reward myself with exercising outside, a climb up the tree, a bowl of kashi cereal, playing fetch with the dogs, walkig in the pasture, a walk up waikiki rd (when in spokane), shaving my legs, having a dance party in the lounge (also when in spokane), and...... singing... loudly... along... to disney music!!! ahahaha...

ok. i'm going to say tootles now. but. sorry for those of you (boys, sinc ethe girls are tough and have a sense of humor) who found this post to be TMI. but.... deal. it's my blog i cna write what i want!!!! bwahahhaha!!!!