I do not know what my problem is lately, but I do not want to make dinner. Ever. The other day I came up with this little sugar filled, sweet treat that I like to call: Dessert for dinner. Terrible.So, it's white bread french toast. I had to go to the store for that because Andy specifically requested that if we were having french toast for dinner, it had to be white, not wheat, bread. I only buy wheat, so off to the store I went.
I was really hungry. Bad idea.
I thought we should have strawberries and bananas on our french toast, but then we'd have to have whip cream on our fruit. Then hot chocolate sounded good, and marshmellows on top of that. Ummmmm, ya, it was delicious..... and so, so bad. Andy loves whip cream. He went a bit crazy with it. And ate every bite. And had seconds. I, on the other hand, actually resrained myself.
I cooked up some bacon too. Why not? I thought. May as well get it all out there.
I think it's time for a diet (and extra excercise- see post below :) It's time to lose my unwanted, and accidently acquired ( I promise SOME of them really weren't my bad eating habit's fault :) ell bees.
No more dessert for dinner. Sorry folks :)