Come Sunday, Toby Joe and I will be half-way through the first phase of this god damn diet. I’m only using the term “god damn” because not eating breads and sweets and pasta dishes has been so unbelievably hard. I won’t lie. I love pasta. I love cake. Yesterday, my office held its monthly Birthday Bonanza. You know, the one where they say “Happy Birthday!” to everyone who was born during that month? And when I walked into the conference room, there were about 150 multi-colored pink, blue, white and yellow cupcakes laid out before me. This horrifying realization could have only been slightly more traumatic for me had they been cookies. Because I love cookies. I love them. I practiced as much self-control as possible and am proud to announce I left the room without a beautiful colored cupcake. Marvel at my strength, would you? I must reap at least one benefit from turning down 150 cupcakes. I’m a nymphomaniac for sweets.
Otherwise, it’s been hardest at night. At some point yesterday a guy was on the train scarfing down a bag of potato chips. Only they weren’t just any old bag of potato chips. They were these:
Toby and I finished off an entire bag of these from our hotel bed in Disney. That’s how serious I am about potato chips. And I thought about asking him for one. One won’t hurt right? Had he been eating these:
he would have lost arm and the chips. (PENNSYLTUCKEY REPRAZENT!)
So we have 8 more days of this. And I know you’re not supposed to weigh yourself during the first 14 days, but I have done so every day and already I’m down 5 pounds. It’s a bit of a reward to have that happen. I only wish it were a bit more noticeable.
That is all. Enjoy your vacation day/weekend whatever.