Food Coma

Oh my God…Thanksgiving food coma. Like seriously, I woke up this morning, still full. I’m sluggish, bloated and I swear I’ve gained 5 pounds. And do you know the worst? I’m not done yet…oh hell to the no, lol. There is a half a chocolate cake (with cream cheese frosting!), leftover sweet potatoes and stuffing and at least a half a pint of ice cream with my name on it. I refuse to step on the scale and there will be no talk of the gym. The hubby has taken the RR’s to Chuck E. Cheese and to run a few errands and I’m here at home, under the premise that I need to do laundry. In reality, I’m too full and bloated to fit into any of my clothes, and too damn exhausted to move. Today, I am a total couch potato with no remorse. Roll me over and stick me with a fork, I’m done.

Oh and about Black Friday? You can put that where? Right back there.