Two weeks ago I started my own diet, Eat Less Move More. Sounded simple, and promising. I know I need to move more and that is the tricky part to this slow moving adventure.
Anyway I have cut back and that part isn't too bad, unless of course I don't count the birthday party that I went to, or when Annie asked if she could make me a few apricot tartlette, or when we we went to some friend's house for dinner... yeah that wasn't easy to say, "No thank you. It looks delicious, but no thank you." Sniff, sniff under my breath.
But I endured, because dang I have it plastered on my blog that I am on a diet, and promised to write about it every Friday. And and and many of you are taking part of it too.
Buddies we are, faithful and true.
So yes to birthday cake, but no to the wine and champagne.
No to Annie's tartlette, but yes to eating apricots fresh from the tree.
And no to seconds, and yes to salad plate servings.
Oh and one scone in Ireland. One!
But I didn't move enough.
I need a exercise buddy and not Fearless French Husband asking me if I want to sail across the Alantic, or climb Mount Blanc, or go for a walk in the 100° heat.
I am holding one finger up happily because you are looking at me and I am thankful that I am not doing this alone.
I am holding up a nice finger, the pointer finger, the ONE MEASLY POUND FINGER!
Do I look happy?
Yes I need to Move more that is what I need to work on.
How are you doing?
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