Popsicles

Today was a perfect example of why I have any chance of losing weight. I got home from work and wanted a popsicle. So I grabbed one out of the freezer and came in to eat it (it was an otter pop and I needed scissors to open it.) As soon as I came I was attacked with love by my two girls. Both suddenly realized I had a popsicle and the love turned to, "I want that." I am not as cool as an otter pop it turns out. So my popsicle suddenly became theirs. If I want chips and salsa, it becomes theirs, cookie--theirs, pop--theirs. No matter what I eat, no matter when I eat most of it becomes theirs. About all I am left with is pork rinds dipped in Tabasco sauce. (They don't like that!) They do a great job of controlling my calorie intake, at least until I sneak down at 2 am to do my best eating!