It's too late baby

It's officially tomorrow. A very bad habit we have developed during the rush and stress of the campaign is eating too late at night - dinner at 9 p.m. Then I sit and watch TV and around 11 decide I want dessert. (I need to just go throw the freakin ice cream in the trash.) Oh, and we usually have a glass of wine with dinner. The wine seems to knock the hubby out. Mostly it just gives me heartburn. Well, maybe it's not the wine. Maybe it's the ice cream with walnuts. Or maybe it's the massive amount of dinner I eat way too late before stuffing myself with dessert. Whatever in the hell it is, I am too full and uncomfortable to go to bed or to sleep. I find if I take a couple of antacids I don't wake up sick to my stomach in the middle of the night. I wonder how many calories those things have?

Anyway, because I have all this food sitting in my gut, I end up watching TV or sitting at the computer playing games until way too late and then sleeping in late. It's all a very unhealthy circle.

I think the time has come to get a grip. Tomorrow I'm going to make a plan. I need to schedule time to set out definite activities for the next two weeks. Those activities need to include exercise. So say I.

Now it's off to the cupboard for antacids and then to bed.