I’ve been on my diet (again) for two days and I am ready to jump in front of a bus for a saltine cracker, or do something really crazy and clean out the garage if there’s a mini peanut-butter cup in it. What is it about dieting? The last thing I want to think about is food and, ironically enough, it’s the only thing I can think about. I dream about my next meal like it’s some exotic vacation. I count down the moment that I can have ½ cup of green beans. I start to hallucinate. I thought my stapler was a 1000 Grand bar.
Watching television is impossible. Do you know how many hamburger commercials there are in a one-hour program? Four, that’s how many. There’s also at least one pasta commercial and one with a steak sizzling on a plate—I couldn’t even concentrate long enough to tell you the name of the restaurant. I had to turn the television off before I started gnawing on my own hand.
I’m going to go to bed early. Can you be harassed while you’re unconscious? I’m pretty worried. I have a feeling that I’m going to be dreaming about an all you can eat buffet.
1 comment:
It's too true! You aren't on a diet and you dont notice the candy laying on the counter.... Say to yourself I'm going to do better and BAM! The last bite of easy mac your kids don't eat looks tempting on the fork..why is that?!
Good luck my sister you look beautiful and are the strongest woman I know... "You can do it...all night long" haha!
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