Archive for May, 2009
Here’s the thing that has always stymied me in the last 755 times I’ve tried to diet: the mindset of it being a change of life.
Not that I don’t get the fact that I have to eat less and exercise more (or exercise at all, as it is now). I know scarfing handfuls of mini Snickers won’t help my thighs tighten and my gut disappear. But the problem I really have is the idea that I have to “stick” to a diet “plan” forever.
This is probably the real reason I never keep on the eating portion of the plan. I might just think in my brain, from the start, that since I can’t eat sunflower seeds with every meal for the R.O.M.L. (rest of my life), (the Flat Belly Diet), can’t drink a gallon of water before each meal (one of those crazy Women’s World diets…right next to the chocolate cake on the cover), or skip a meal and eat a protein bar (ugh..never again will I consider a bar or shake a meal) I may as well do a half-assed job from the start and save the energy.
This makes absolutely no sense. To keep going on diets and know I won’t stick with them. Stupid, stupid. And I’m not just saying this because I’ve not really “dieted” since I said I was going on a diet. I am trying to make better choices. Today was the first day I didn’t shove in a bunch of junk around the 3pm hour because I was starving and not making dinner til 6. I dragged the hub out to walk with me (but took a nap first). It ain’t perfect but I’m trying to figure this out according to MY abilities and strengths.
I know what’s wrong and what’s right with my eating and exercise habits. I’m going to lose the weight without dieting according to someone else’s standards. Just think of the money I’ll save (but I will still watch the infomercials)
Nothing to do with weight loss, either. Nothing happening on that front, unless you count my passing up pizza and cake today at lunch in honor of teacher appreciation day. Of course, I appreciated myself with a handful of mini Twix when I got home to make up for the fact that I held strong against the pizza and cake.
No, my observation is about Giada on the Food Network. (I know her last name but don’t know how to spell it). I’m just curious about the amount of cleavage the girl is showing while cooking. Although I really like some of her recipes, the twin valleys are honestly annoying. When did the quality of a cooking show depend on how low your blouse goes?
Obviously she’s never cooked bacon with me. I believe in high heat and fast cooking with no splatter guard. One bacon session with me and the resulting painful splatters would cure her of hanging over her marinara with the twins bounding about. I’m pretty sure it would, anyway.
Maybe my spaghetti will taste better if I wear the Wonderbra. It’s worth a shot…