Thursday, January 08, 2004
Just Desserts
It’s the first (full) week of January, and like countless other Americans, I started a diet this week. I’m not trying to fool myself this time. This is *not* a ‘lifestyle change’. It’s a flat out diet. I intent to lose weight as quickly as possible so that I can go back to eating like a normal human being again. I miss chocolate already.
I am being sane about this, mind you. I’m not starving myself by any means. Luckily I live with a man who loves to cook, so I’ve had tasty, sensible, not-so-big-that-I’ve-gorged-myself meals all week. I’ve minimized carbs drastically, but not entirely, and I’ve cut out the junk food. Not a single tortilla chip has passed these lips in four days, and that’s hell for me, I tell ya.
I’ll add exercise soon. When it’s warm enough to go outside again. Or when monkeys fly out of my ass. Whichever comes first. Seriously, though, I plan on adding real exercise to the weight loss strategy in the near future. And exercise is something I plan on keeping up with after I wean myself back onto biscuits and gravy. My poor little heart doesn’t know what’s hit it when I trot up a single flight of stairs, and that just ain’t right for a gal of my youth. Gotta keep that ticker going, I’ve got things to do with my life!
Many of my friends tell me that I don’t really need to lose weight, and they are correct. I am not overweight for my height. But I am at the very tippy tippy top of the bracket. I’d like to be much closer to the left side of that bell curve. It’s a financial thing, really. You see, I don’t fit in any of my clothes anymore! And I have some waaaay cool clothes that I hate to see gather any more dust in the closet.
Wish me luck, and if I call you at 11pm begging you to call the pizza guy for me so that C doesn’t see FiveStar’s number on the outgoing calls list, don’t do it! Or do it, and convince me that it’s the healthy thing to do.
I am being sane about this, mind you. I’m not starving myself by any means. Luckily I live with a man who loves to cook, so I’ve had tasty, sensible, not-so-big-that-I’ve-gorged-myself meals all week. I’ve minimized carbs drastically, but not entirely, and I’ve cut out the junk food. Not a single tortilla chip has passed these lips in four days, and that’s hell for me, I tell ya.
I’ll add exercise soon. When it’s warm enough to go outside again. Or when monkeys fly out of my ass. Whichever comes first. Seriously, though, I plan on adding real exercise to the weight loss strategy in the near future. And exercise is something I plan on keeping up with after I wean myself back onto biscuits and gravy. My poor little heart doesn’t know what’s hit it when I trot up a single flight of stairs, and that just ain’t right for a gal of my youth. Gotta keep that ticker going, I’ve got things to do with my life!
Many of my friends tell me that I don’t really need to lose weight, and they are correct. I am not overweight for my height. But I am at the very tippy tippy top of the bracket. I’d like to be much closer to the left side of that bell curve. It’s a financial thing, really. You see, I don’t fit in any of my clothes anymore! And I have some waaaay cool clothes that I hate to see gather any more dust in the closet.
Wish me luck, and if I call you at 11pm begging you to call the pizza guy for me so that C doesn’t see FiveStar’s number on the outgoing calls list, don’t do it! Or do it, and convince me that it’s the healthy thing to do.
idyllicchick, 10:53 AM
