The Meester and I almost never eat fast food. Even when we were single and didn’t have to cook, we just weren’t fans of it unless we absolutely had to eat it. Like many other people these days, we have a garden, we joined a CSA. We eat pretty organic and healthy. A lot of my friends will rib me and say that living in California turned me into a hippie. I can tell you with total honesty, that it wasn’t California that turned me into a hippie, but that tiny little genetic imprint of me that runs around this house with wild abandon.
If you told me a year ago, that my kid would have had that much of an impact on me, I would have laughed at you. But they do. And now we eat healthier than we did before we had a kid, and I chastise my husband for wanting to spray chemicals on the poison ivy outside, and I read label of processed food now with much disgust. That’s not to say that I don’t love the occasional Cakester. Believe me. I’d love to say I’m a snob, but shove a Cakester in front of my face and all of a sudden, I’m a teenage girl who can’t eat enough junk food.
So maybe that’s the reason why I’m totally giddy in my seat right now over this:
Those last few baby pounds are never coming off now.