Guilty Confession

I hate those woman who say they love being pregnant so they can eat whatever they want and suffer no guilt about the number of calories they ingest.

This morning I ate a whole plate of cookies for breakfast. I meant to stop at one (or two), but they were just so darn good! And believe me, there is guilt. It's crushing me.

Or at least it did until I got to my mom's house and saw her homemade carrot cake with cream cheese frosting sitting on the counter. The guilt definitely wasn't heavy enough to stop me from eating 2 pieces while I was there.

Tomorrow is definitely going to be one of those healthy-eating days. Because I plan on finishing off the last of the cookies tonight. I can't have that kind of temptation laying around.