The Sole Shopping Survivor...A Mom surrounded by scavengers

Before I married my husband, I remember looking at him and his parents. His father and mother are exceptionally attractive people. Beautiful both inside and out. And honestly, scary young and healthy looking. And in the 18+ years we've been married, I've watched my husband grow to look more and more and more like his dad. And yet his parents remain vibrant, healthy, and just as young as they did the day we got married.

It sucks not to have that gene pool.

And then I look at my 2 boys... my 11 year old who has the metabolism of a mako shark (really.. have you ever seen a fat shark) but who has a healthy appetite and a joy for life... and my 13 year old who looks like he could be on Sally Struther's "Feed this Child for 29 cents a day" infomercial. AND WE DO FEED THEM...

So because all the men in my house don't gain weight or have any health issues other than being underweight, as the MOM who does all the groceryshopping... it's unnerving.

Here I am proclaiming my weight loss journey to the universe both on my blog, MFP and f/b to all my friends... and yet if you saw me in the grocery store, loading my cart up with chips and ice cream and treats because my boys not only CAN eat them but actually NEED the fat and such.... you'd be likely to look at my cart and say "oh really"...

But really, under all the crap I buy for them, is the single serve portions of my treats. And sometimes, just need to say it, THEY EAT THOSE TOO!!!!!!!

I have come home and discovered they have even eaten the carrots... or the yogurt.. that I hoped they wouldn't notice.

My oldest will turn his nose up at candy and instead of sweets will choose low fat crackers and hummus. My youngest would eat air popped popcorn every day. And yet I have to encourage them to either eat RIDICULOUS helpings of these treats or push the less healthy snacks on them. Their pediatrician (I kid you not) wants my oldest to have ice cream every night to try to make it ONTO the weight charts. And my husband still wears the same size he did when we got married. And he eats more than his fair share of crap too... and his cholesterol is ridiculously good.

I've offered to try to find a way to use the Dyson to suck the fat out of my thighs and donate it to my family. Until I have some way to do that, I guess my pantry will have to remain a battleground between good and evil, mine and theirs.

Bought me some "Carrot Chips" this week at Costco. See if they eat those. Dried carrots with a little sea salt. I don't even LIKE THEM but I'm hoping they don't either so when they sit down with their chips I can go to the closet and pull something out that will still have packages in the box!!!