Flu

I had intended to start blogging about my daily diet turmoils in hopes I would stay on track but the unexpected invader of my body, the FLU, derailed my diet train of pain. I have a new best friend and I've spent to much time getting intimate with this porcelain beauty. I like to call her Bold Beautiful Bertha the Bowl. She has been a good friend the past 3 days but I'm ready to make her into an occasional pen pal and keep my friends that don't require deposits on my A list. My BFF BBB the B and I would hang out with a cocktail of water and baking soda while I placed my shivering head on her shoulder. Fortunately I seem to be on the mend.

Diet

I can thank Mr. Flu for kick starting my diet. Not eating for a few days while barely keeping a drip of water in my body made me feel 1.56 lbs lighter. Dang, I'm on a diet roll. Watch out. I'm still leery of slipping anything past these pale lips of mine in fear that my new porcelain BFF and I will have to reunite so I attempted to eat light today. Eating light would consist of mint tea, 5 bites of leftovers, 4 saltine crackers and 5 bites of chocolate gelato. At least I can say my portion sizes have dropped to an all time low but the nutritional content still blows. Guess I'll have to work on that nutritional part starting tomorrow.

The White Pastey Tan Plan

When I was about 10 my grandma Teddy told me that I was going to have to watch my weight and everything I ate as I got older. I remember being offended at the consideration and thought some evil spirit had entered my grandmothers body and took over for a moment. This same sweet grandmother made the best homemade cookies, pies, chili, bread and would take me for the weekly drive over to Mt. Vernon Street to pick up 2 dozen fresh hand made tortillas wrapped in pink paper loosely tied with butcher twine. I can remember the pain of the searing round pile as I was told to hold it in my lap all the way back to grandma's home. The payoff was getting to spread butter on the hot disk of love and devourer it with 3 bites.

What do you mean I was going to have to watch my weight as I became an adult.

Dosen't every girl steal bags of marshmallows from the fridge when they are 9 then hide at night to eat the white sugar goo until finding her own personal level of guilt. Yes my weight sprang up, I ran for the cookie jar at grandma's house every chance I could get, and I learned that food soothed the soul at a record young age. Food guilt was born!

Grandma Teddy was right, I come from a line of women with meat on their bones and I guess if we were living in England 1569 I would be considered HOT. White and pastey skin meant you could afford NOT to work in the fields and weight on your ass meant you had enough money to eat. So it is safe to say that I am living in the wrong century and could have been HOT and rich long ago.

I need to wake up to 2010 and come to terms that weight is my battle, I am not as healthy as I should be and I need to overhaul my situation.

Problem: MOTIVATION, TIME, ENDURANCE, and most of all I AM TIRED OF THE PRESSURE.

So, I attempted to start living better yesterday and did well at work and then I got home and ate everything in site. I woke up this morning motivated to get back on track and again I did well at work and then I came home and didn't want to cook dinner so my husband went to Del Taco. Off the wagon I fell again. I don't want to spend and hour a day cooking and then doing dishes and then wondering what I can and cannot eat. It's a full time job on top of the full time job I already have AND I start school again in a few weeks.

Exercise too?

So how do all the skinny bitches do it?