"Diet" is "Evil" Spelled with Different Letters
So I have figured out where I may have gone wrong in this whole food business.
Of course, there are the obvious pot holes – the bad foods, yada yada – I get it, no sugar.
And I have been doing really good with the whole "no candy and ice cream" bit, even if it means I have resorted to knawing the skin off the side of my fingers right by the fingernails.
Anyone else notice that blood can, in a delerium, taste like cookie dough?
But lately I have been eating those 100-calories packs – you know the ones that actual take the guess work out of it and do the whole appropriate measuring for you?
See, my former fool-proof method of NOT eating entire bags of stuff was too keep the bag in the cabinet across the room, so that I would have to actually get up when I wanted more.
And since we all know how lazy I am, it was a safe bet that after two handfuls, no potato chip tasted THAT good for another trip.
But then this little trick stopped working. Why? Well, mostly because I live in an apartment where the kitchen cabinet is three feet from my bed.
You do the math.
So back to that 100-calorie packs. See, I figured this would be my new fool-proof method, and I thought, "Self, you know what 100 calories look like - so you have one pack and move one! Genius! Back to skinny Ironman jeans in no time!"
Turns out my 100-calories guess-timate weren’t all that far off.
If I was a eating for a family of six.
When you actually look at it, 100 calories is really not that much. I mean, it’s like four Triscuits. Who eats just four Triscuts?
Well, I guess me…now.
And I love this whole idea of making everything "mini" - like, you won't know your only eating four Triscuts if they're cut up into twenty ant-size crackers.
Mmmmm, yummmy....can I get a side of air with that?
Bottom line? I can cut out all the sweets in the world, but if I am inhaling eight packages of 100-calorie Chex mix, well then what’s the point?
I hate you.
And on the topic of weight - Here’s a question.
Why are running partners important?
It’s always good to have someone on hand to stop-drop-and-roll your chub when you catch fire from the friction of inner thigh rub.
Without ‘em, you’re just another girl making a run for the waters of Lake Michigan with smoke coming out of her ass.