Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Shortly after

I got Kiersten and lived with my in-laws for two months before we moved to Arizona...knowing that my mother-in-law deep fries everything, including carrot sticks, I indulged a little bit and packed it on.

Crysty (who was taking a lot of hormone treatments for IVF) and I were sitting at Ross' 2nd birthday party inside Chuck E. Cheese sucking down pizza before anyone else could eat it all, we looked at our freshly weight-lost sister-in-law and said, "I'd rather eat pizza than look like that" (yah, it made us feel better about inhaling pizza).

And I recently read a friend's blog about addiction, I had a day-dream moment. Why can't I be addicted to eating good and running instead of chocolate and running? And then it occurred to me. Chocolate is good. I am eating good...and running to support my habit.

2 comments:

Crysty said...

bwaaahaaaaaaaaa

{krista} said...

At least you are honest.... don't I wish we could all have better addictions?