Brownies and Cookies, OH MY!

I feel like I'm going to puke.
Fudge brownies, Fudge, Paula Dean cookies, chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate/candy cane cookies, pizza, and any other imaginable food that sticks to your ass were sitting on my desk today. No, I did not make them. They were gifts. The fitness instructor, with the bodybugg on her arm, the Nikes still on her feet, the sweat dripping down her face, the mantra of "The baby weight will fall off" was repeatedly...REPEADETLY, handed sweet, sabatotoging, euphoric, destructive, delicious, devilious, warm chocolate treats for the past two days. They were all made from love, and I am so greatful for the thought...BUT REALLY?!

I feel like I'm going to puke.
Because I have succesfully sampled them all.

I feel like I'm going to puke.
Because I ate chocolate pretzels and chocolate candy canes for lunch.

I feel like I'm going to puke.
Because my body isn't used to the massive amounts of crap, calories and sugar.

Metabolism, don't fail me now.