2 posts tagged “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.   

Is that how you write that?   For all of you who don't like to comment, just send me an e-mail so I can fix it and look a little less neanderthalesque.

Tomorrow I am hosting for my book club's meeting.  Generally, I am one to stress about these things.  However, I'm not putting the pressure on myself to be perfect.  I think we will have nachos and cupcakes.  A little salty, a little sweet.  (I find out tonight if I can go back to sugar.)  And some wine, that I will not be consuming. (I'm driving to the ecological centre of the province immediately after.  Please note, I am not with child.) 

The living room is clean, the kitchen will be without a problem.  No worries.

Except that my house isn't really designed for a fight.

You know how women are.  Someone says something and then someone is offended and then there is tension and then things just aren't fun anymore?  That's the gist of the situation. 

Thank goodness my post book-club plans are good.  If it's bad, I'll pack my back, throw them the keys and leave!