Discipline? What Discipline?

Remember that whole week when I worked out?  And ate like a normal human being rather than a starved refugee? 

G's parents are here for a few days.  My discipline walked out the door about the time they walked in.

I would like to point out that the deliciousness above is all home made!   His dad makes killer pasta and - as a surprise house warming gift for us - bought us a pasta maker and then gave us the low down on how to use it.  Home made pasta.  Home made sauce.  Home made meatballs.  Kill me now, I'm ready.

Not that there's any room for dessert (mwahahahahaha who am I kidding?) but these bad boys did not disappoint.  A little Haagen Dazs vanilla ice cream on the side?  Yes and yes.

What running?  What biking?  No, no, no.

Also?  I have about 400,000 students this week!  Really thankful for that. 

If anyone needs me, I'll be in a food coma.  In my fat pants.