I've started a diet.
I am already hungry, and not just a little bit... I could eat a cow, and I do not eat meat you know.
My friend Mimi said, "You are no fun on a diet."
I know. I live to talk about food, taste and yum.
I have decided enough is enough, and I am going to shake these extra twenty pounds, instead of accepting them. I never have had a weight problem. I love eating, and talking about food. A diet seems like a slap in face, so rude.
143 pounds presently. I CANNOT believe I am writing this. My face is red. BUT I figure (good choice of word) if I write it, shout it out, I will stick to it.
I don't eat junk food, nor in-between meals, nor sweets, nor drink soft drinks... I'm going to cut my intake by half, move around more... and give up my glass of wine at meals.
GOD that is going to be the hardest. No wine, which means no cheese. Because the two go hand in hand with me.
I started the diet while in Ireland, I had one scone ONLY!!!! One!
Want to join me? Eating less, moving more.
Sounds so simple doesn't it?