I'm sorry to hear you are stressed. Remember in high school when we would eat almost an entire 9x13 pan worth of brownie batter? (I say that like it was a one time occurrence, when I'm sure everyone knows better). It might actually be a good thing we don't live next door to each other. I would probably weigh 300 lbs and be in the hospital with my fifth bout of salmonella. Sounds like C is taking on my cookie-pushing wing-man role though. K also knows how to trigger my sweet tooth with things like, "we've been good Mommy, so we can have a treat tonight, right?" Ugh. How can you say no to that?
Your pre-diabetic sister,