February 27, 2017
Spouse just left for six month deployment. Kids in bed and house quiet, missing him already. Scan pantry for half-empty chocolate box from last Valentine’s Day, leftover Halloween candy from last year, or that one uneaten solid milk chocolate Easter bunny that narrowly escaped the clutches of the 4-year-old. Sweet success, I eat it all.
End of Month 1
Standard commissary trips look like this: three kids fighting over who pushes the cart, whining for, and being denied, their favorite sugar-filled cereal. Mom doesn’t deny herself a personal stash of Lindt, or whatever happens to be near the checkout stand…
Mother-in-law coming to visit. Clean house and collect discarded chocolate wrappers from under couch cushions, in bedside table and under the kid’s beds (how did they get there??). Mother-in-law leaves. Somehow we both made it through the visit alive…reward myself with chocolate.
The realization that we’re officially “over the hump” is met with both excitement and a moment of panic. What about that work out plan? The healthy eating kick? Finally give Whole30 a try without my husband nagging for Rocky Road!
Two months left….why does that feel like an eternity? Buy Rocky Road and eat it all in one sitting.
HOLY CHOCOLATE CAKE. Time to get serious. Need to fit into that “reunion outfit” I just bought. Reactivate gym membership and quit chocolate cold turkey (hmm, I wonder what a chocolate turkey would taste like?).
Sigh…he is finally home…life slowly returning to normal…celebrate with “just a small slice” of that chocolate cake… Knowing me well, he asks, “Have you been working out?”