Yoga pants and nerdy glasses
I am starving! After consuming the daily caloric recommendation of a third world country nearly every day last week, I got back on the wagon today. I didn't snack. I didn't cheat. And now? I. Want. Food.
As soon as I utter the word "diet" I start dreaming in chocolate. I want guacamole and cheeseburgers and raspberry white chocolate scones and all of the other glorious things that are bad for my waistline.
Last week, while snowed in, I ate two huge blocks of Velveeta. There was no cheese today. Just peanut butter, vegetable soup, and sadness.
To say I have an unnatural attachment to food would be like saying Tiger Woods had an unnatural number of mistresses.
But in the interest of "new year, new me," I shall ignore my growling stomach and go to bed, while visions of Reese's cups dance in my head.
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4 comments:
Amen L-Dawg. I've been wanting pizza and ice cream all week. But it's been a strict P90X diet for me. It sucks!
Hey, if you can do P90X, you're a strong woman. Good for you!
It's okay about the Velveeta. It's not real cheese anyway.
Tell that to my thighs, Lela.
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