Confessions of a sleep deprived lunatic

This is what happens to me when I don't get any sleep what-so-ever: I catch myself standing in the kitchen eating peanut butter out of the jar at 3:09 AM. I really don't think this is something a woman with 15 pounds still to lose should be doing in the middle of the night. When I came to (yes, I have convinced myself it was some sort of out of body experience of which I had no control) and realized what I was doing, I tried to justify it. "I am nursing a hungry baby at least eight times a day. My body needs the protein." But what my body doesn't need is the cellulite that is on my thighs. Why am I ratting myself out on this blog, you ask? That is a good question. I guess I am pretending that if I tell everyone in blog land, it might keep me from doing it again. I have a feeling that won't be the case...