To diet, or not to diet ?

Lent is over.  The first six weeks on the 'kill my will to live' diet are over.  A visit to the Naturopath taught me that it's not over.  When is it over?  Who knows.  I told her that I CANNOT GO ON!  It's too tough.

She said okay. 

Wow, I didn't expect that.

I'm supposed to do what I can.  Which means making the right choices on my own.  I'm allowed to eat like a human when I'm with others.  I am going to be the most surrounded by people, social butterfly, chatty cathy the world has ever seen if it means I can eat sweets.

I don't think that's what she meant.

In any case, I declared the weekend diet free.  Bring on the sugar.  Bring on everything.  Hello sugar crashes.  Hello fatigue.  Hello craziness. 

Who knew the diet was actually making me a better and healthier person?  Sugar really is not good.  I know, I'm making ingenious statements.

But I love it. 

I have to quit it.  It's all or nothing.  I can't just limit it.   I'm a weak, weak person.  A little bit is never just a little bit.

Starting tomorrow:  the dreaded food diary.  It's tedious, but I'm less likely to eat icing sweets if I have to write them down.

It's for the greater good of me being a healthy, happy person.  Eventually, this won't even be a diet.  It will just be a way of life. Sigh.