Meat, meat, and more meat!

SO, I started back on my diabetic diet today with my good friend.  For anonymity, since her initials are KS, we'll call her Kansas.  I'm so tired of looking at my fat, whale-like self in the mirror every morning.  So....I'm back to the land 'o meat, and I've enlisted Kansas in joining me.  At least I have someone I can bitch and moan to when I REALLY want to have a big fat potato!  Actually, it's not hard doing it, I just have to stick to it.  Hopefully, Kansas and I can manage to keep the HoHos and Pizza Bites out of each other's mouths!  You hear me, Kansas?  No HoHos for you.....no Pizza Bites for me.  Oh, and no breakfast burritos, either!  No mas burritos, Sra. Basta!  No, no no!  So, for breakfast I had cheese and pepperoni, a salad with Italian dressing for lunch, a handful of nuts for snack, and a hamburger (sans bun) and sweet potato fries for dinner.  Nice and carb free!

Saturday was a pretty cool day.  Oh, wait...except for the fact that I had to wait in line with the girls for almost TWO hours, waiting for Santa Claus....only for them to spend 20 seconds with him and have Brownie tell him she wants a REAL puppy, and Blondie wants a kitten.  Um, ok....did they gang up on me to guarantee a live animal under the tree?  I asked Brownie, "So um, what are you going to do if Santa doesn't bring you a puppy?"  To which she replies, "Oh, he will! He said he will.  All I have to do it be a good girl!"  Great, so I'm going to have a couple of very disappointed children when they come downstairs on Christmas day, and Santa has brough socks and underwear instead of a puppy and kitten!  Poor kids....they're gonna need some major therapy in thier futures.  But besides standing in line for Santa, the girls and I went to the mall, and we participated in the activities for Santa's arrival.  They had cookie decorating for each child, and they could make their own hot cocoa, and there was a Radio Disney show that the kids participated in.  They loved it.  Gaby even won a Radio Disney tee shirt!  The whole time I was thinking, "great.....just another shirt that lies on the bedroom floor and not in the clothes basket...."  What a horrible mom I am!