I Might As Well Eat the Whole Bag of Marty’s Cracklin’
I thought becoming a stay-at-home mom meant I had more time to spend blogging. Was I dead wrong! It seems I never ever run out of things to do, and I never ever get things done completely. Talk about half-baked, half-done.
What can I say? I miss my blog. I miss blogging about anything and everything. I miss reading blogs! I had more time blogging when I worked as an employee and reported to a real office, not a virtual one. I guess when you’re in petiks mode, there’s more time to actually, well, blog your heart away. Shooting words left and right. At home, it’s a different story. I start writing, get interrupted, go back to the PC, spend the next few minutes trying to recall the last trail of thought, get interrupted again, then just postpone blogging for the next free time I’d have. That free time might as well be a day, a week, or a month after. So now here I am, trying to get “that feeling again.” While the house is quiet and the kids are asleep.
I just opened a bag of Marty’s Cracklin’. Oishi’s answer to our cholesterol-laden chicharon. Our family’s addicted to it. I know it’s still loaded with tons of salt, despite its claim to be cholesterol-free. I know it’s still junk food in the guise of something better, healthier. I’ve been making a conscious, constipated effort to stop our junk-food eating habit but it’s falling on deaf ears. Hubby and Zoe have teamed up and everytime I give a lecture on “junk food is bad for you, blah, blah,” they just smile at each other and laugh at me like I’m the odd-man out. Recently, I’ve changed the rules and told hubby that yes, we can still eat our junk BUT only when Zoe doesn’t see us. That lessens the guilt a little, don’t you think? Anyway, this evening, aside from the peppermint tea I requested hubby to buy me from Starbucks (a drink that does wonders to me when I’m down with the colds/cough), he comes home with not just one, but two, Marty’s Cracklin’! The little girl is happy again! I resist the urge to nag.
It’s a good thing Phoenix is on my side. Well, that’s because he’s clueless as to what the fuss is about, although he would stare at us and watch us eat with that longing look on his face. Just recently, he had started eating solids. I knew he was ready for something other than mommy’s milk when he started assuming that everything within his reach is food…
like his toy
his ate's knee!
and the TV remote!
Phoenix has started with finely ground brown rice mixed with breastmilk. His second food is sayote. Does it have an English name? I might give him squash next.
As for junk food such as Marty’s, that will have to wait. I’ll have to brainwash him first on the food pyramid guide. I’m down to the crumbs now. This is what happens when I deprive myself of something I want deep inside. I come back with a vengeance and binge! The bright side is hubby and Zoe have to make do with that one bag left. Har-har.
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