It's Fatday, uh, I mean Friday!

I ate Chipotle for dinner tonight with the girlies. I hadn't had one of their burritos in such a long time and I've been craving one for a while. Pete, however, had it for lunch today, so he stayed home with the baby and the girls and I went out for dinner. Tomorrow is a Buckeye football Saturday and Pete will be going over to my brother's house to watch the game, as this has been a tradition every football season for the past few years. Football is always better on a 50" screen. But first, we'll be heading to Hometown Buffet for breakfast with my dad. I love their breakfast bar. I generally don't eat breakfast, but I just really like their breakfast buffet. I don't know what my problem is, I just love to eat! I'm addicted to food. I used to be able to go the whole day on like an apple and 3 saltine crackers or something crazy like that and work out every single day! Not anymore, I just have zero willpower. Of course back then, I did not have 3 kids to take care of and I had a "diet buddy" where we called each other every day and sort of competed as to who ate less and worked out more. It kept me motivated. I don't really have any friends that I can do that with now. And Pete is not interested in dieting right now. I'm also suffering from a bit of depression, and just asked the dr. today at the baby's appointment if there was something I could take for it while I'm still breastfeeding. He's gonna call me on Monday and let me know. I just can't seem to stay motivated. I'll start and be good for like a day, and then I just go back to eating too much. I'm such a loser! And the fact that I'm depressed most of the time doesn't help keep me from binging, kwim? I know, it's no excuse. I need to just do it! I always dread this time of year also, as it starts getting dark between 5:30-6pm. It makes the days seem sooo short and causes me to fall into a deeper depression where all I ever want to do is eat and sleep and nothing else. I also miss being able to go out at least once a week with my hubby. My mom was my babysitter, and took the girls as often as she could (generally every Friday night). She just loved having them around. I guess I kind of took that for granted, now I don't have anyone to take the kids off my hands as often as she would. It's amazing how it has affected my relationship with my hubby. With absolutely no alone time together, we have been drifting apart. But I suppose that is to be expected. Well, enough complaining for me tonight. I'll stop now.