I used to hate Mondays. Now I have TWO days to dread. Why is dieting so hard? Why don’t bananas taste better? Why aren’t sour cream and onion potato chips 35 calories? Why am I sitting here writing this and craving a milkshake?
Can I take a moment and change the subject? I’ve been watching The Biggest Loser and I’m really aggravated. One team, FEARFUL that they’d lose the weigh-in competition, gained weight on purpose so that they could send the parents home instead of their children. Had they just LOST weight, they could have all stayed. I’m officially Team RED now. Obviously this makes no sense to any of you who don’t watch, but the point is, it’s always easier to tell OTHER people what they need to do regarding their diet. No, the point is, FEAR of what may happen, is stupid. I don’t know, is it Thursday yet?
Shall I get on the scale? Oh wait, here’s ANOTHER distraction.
I found this photo of me and my brother. It was probably taken about 15 years ago. What I LOVE about it, is that my brother looks like he’s actually hugging me. Typically, he’s more of a “courtesy” hugger. If he sees you coming at him, arms wide open, he’ll allow you to move in, then he’ll give you a quick pat on your back, just one, then you need to move along. I love how sweet we look. Oh, who am I kidding? I just love that we look young and thin! I want to be thin again! If only there was a way.
Fine, here I am, on the scale. Total weight loss this week – half a pound. ARGGGH!
Could someone PLEASE post your everyday menu for me? I can’t get my groove going. What do YOU eat for lunch and dinner? For breakfast, I’m having regret.