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If you recognize those dots in that pink-lined box, you understand how a certain addiction can be almost debilitating. Six cupcakes is indulgent, yes. But turning a year older is a good GREAT excuse. Oink.

We are a family that gets McNuggets cravings every now and then.

We give in when the baby wants some fries.

And we sometimes don’t dress our age.

We are honest when we ask for a cup for water. And get only that,
even when the soda machine is within arms-reach.

And we get very excited over Happy Meal toys.

And I will end this by saying that McDonald’s is wrong. WRONG! It represents everything I’m against; crummy 90′s pastel decor. A clown that was probably the inspiration for “It” (I accidentally caught parts of the movie when I was little and am ruined). Self-maximizing corporate execs who care only about the bottom line vs. quality. Trans fat. Beef tallow. Ugh! I mean, yum! I mean, gross…

Maybe that’s what makes it so good when we do give in. Because McDonald’s is pure sin. McDonald’s sundaes, I heart you forever.

I haven’t been able to wear my dear Antiks since spring oh-seven (not counting the one time I wore them to a park playdate where I got lots of compliments, but no one knew that I couldn’t sit, breathe, squat, bend, or eat one Goldfish cracker). But once a month, I dig out “The Jeans” and try, try again.

After another failed extrusion attempt last night, I am finally coming to terms that this is my body after two children. Two, beautiful children that more than validate the scars, stretchmarks, and other (non-mentionable) physical changes that are part and parcel to being a mother in this mortal existence.

And lastly, note to self: Heavenly Father has provided us too many wonderful promises to get bogged down by lemonade diets and silly, stubborn jeans. Next size up, please!

(And, speaking of jeans, this girl needs to RUN. AWAY. From the high-waist. Please!)

So, Ryan made it to day 3 on the cleanse. When he announced he was done, we promptly ordered pizza. And went back to our usual diet of food and giant chocolate bars.

However.

The cleanse wasn’t all in vain. I’ve noticed that Ryan is much more conscious of what he eats. He’s working out more. And is a lot better at portion control. He doesn’t regret doing the cleanse at all. But, like Dana said, we’ve decided that we’ll stick with fasting just once a month!

You have not lived until you’ve tried above cookies. If I had the means and resources, I’d track down all ya’lls and make like Oprah and yell “Surprise!” and lo and behold, you’d find a box of Joe-Joes hidden underneath the very chair you are sitting on.

Go get them. They are so good. We can start a support group for those of us that eat a box a day.

They also come chocolate-covered. Dangerous!