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I am always amazed when I go on vacation how different things are for different people.

Here I am, living in my little safe bubble, and there are people out there who don’t even know how to keep themselves in their own bubble.

Never have I witnessed such horrible (mostly food) parenting as I did when I was in Disneyland. I’m a judger, I judge. I’ll make no mistake about that. Sure, I give the kids candy sometimes, but when I saw a mother giving her children BIG HUGE CHOCOLATE COOKIES for breakfast at 9am inside the park, I died inside a little. I know I KNOW, you’re on vacation.. live a little right? ERRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

When I saw a very obese 3 year old munching on a big huge lollipop following her big obese parents, I wanted to punch them all in the face, except the child of course. Instead of wanting to help the parents, I wanted to send them to bootcamp.

Granted, I am not all that, but I could be about 10 bags of chips, I am not perfect either or skinny, but I am healthy! This is the problem – there is no way that these people don’t know that their children (and them) are getting fat because of their bad eating habits. It’s common sense.

Another thing I witnessed in Disneyland. Obese people on scooters.

You wouldn’t need a scooter if you stopped eating. Is that horrible that I think this way? Am I thinking outloud too much?

All of this has definitely made me more aware of my own self and how I treat my stepchildren – food wise and behaviour wise.

Bottom line is, if parents really cared about their children’s health, they would stop this nonsense. “Oh he only eats chicken nuggets.” No, he doesn’t. You only FEED HIM chicken nuggets.

I can brag a little that our kids eat every single thing we put in front of them. Because they were raised to not be picky and eat what’s in front of them. Sure, kids go through phases and don’t want to eat certain things, but ours eat mostly everything. That makes it so easy for us and when we go out as well.

So, I’m thankful for a world of smart and awesome people who do well on purpose. And hopefully nobody takes offense to how I feel on this subject. But I’m sure I am not the only one with this opinion in this world…

Healthy Little Girls

Yo. I don’t normally start off any posts with a yo. Today though, it is. Why? I feel like it.

Last week I fell off the wagon. I got sick and I was coughing all the time and I barely ate anything but, oh.. wait, tea and cookies are a food group, right? Maybe if you’re 70. Not 31.

When I get sick, I need comfort. I need sugar, I need tea, I need anything that’s going to make me ‘feel better’. Right, you see where this is going. I didn’t workout, I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t eat clean like I’m supposed to, but I ate a lot of cookies! and soup! and muffins! Because they make me feel better! And life is all about feeling good, right?

Friday night I drank a whole bottle of vodka with a friend. Oh, no biggie, we’ll put grapefruit juice, cranberry juice and triple sec in it, it will make me feel better. No, in fact, it made me feel AWESOME, and then the next day it made me want to punch myself in the face.

We both like strong vodka drinks, mismatched couches and games.

Why I continue to think that these are great ideas are beyond me. You think by now I would have learned th at it’

s not a good choice to make.

We're both cute, that's for sure.

I had a good weekend filled with girlfriends and I came home to a bunch of flowers from Darcy and his kids. Seriously, it makes my complaining about everyone go away. I love that I am loved, it feels damn good.

No biggie, they'll die soon. But love lasts forever? .... Right?

Brianna likes to eat stuff.

The Carson sisters, Layne and Brianna. My ex ex ex roommates and friends.

Today I’m back at it. Cooking up protein pancakes, yams, tons of veggies, and I finally got myself a little grill so I can stop baking my chicken. Baked chicken is like the equivalent of a boiled piece of fish to me, and damn I was tired of it.

I can fall of the wagon, I can get back up and I can be honest about it. Damnit, I’m fat. I feel fat, I look fat, I don’t want to be fat anymore. Overweight, fat, whatever, that’s what I am and I’m doing something about it.