jenny m photography {the blog} » orange county photographer

life has been crazy these days, and i was finally able to make it to the gym in the morning before baker left for work. i was feeling really bleh. not sure exactly what it was, but i was just not feeling it. when i got out of the car to make my way in i looked down and felt like i totally looked pregnant. how in the world did that happen? i like to blame it on the c-section. never again will my body ever be the same. ever! dane just turned one. so i really have no excuse.

so rather then work really hard to get back to my fighting weight, i picked up a pregnancy book hoping everyone in the place would think i was pregnant. seriously? who does that?

i guess i can’t get offended if some lady in line at the grocery store asks how far along i am. maybe she saw me at the gym reading my pregnancy books. totally got her.

they make my job really really easy! working on some engagements, and this one caught my eye. giddiness is oozing. i like when things ooze. can’t wait to share the rest with you.

i have a confession, and it’s become quite the problem. a problem for these ever growing “problem areas”.

i don’t know when to put down the fork.

seriously, i don’t. and not even just the fork. the spoon, the chopsticks, the skewer, my hand. if it transports food from one place to my mouth, i physically can not put it down. i could literally eat popcorn for an entire movie if the bucket didn’t run out. i can eat more slices of pizza then i would like to admit, and please oh please do not ask me how many double stuffed oreos i could take down in one sitting. please don’t.

i had to pick up a dessert for a church function last night, and while i was at the bakery i laid eyes on the most beautiful looking eclair’s i have ever seen. i don’t even like chocolate that much, but i couldn’t resist. i got home, and it was seriously gone within two minutes.

wondering why there is already a bite taken out of it? well, ummm, i may or may not have broken into the box at the first red light. don’t judge. and why isn’t the fork dirty you ask? who needs a fork when you have your very own hands. pathetic.

there seems to be a common denominator in my over indulgences. my bare hands. so unless i am willing to chop em off i better get on top of my self control.

easier said then done.