But the week is young.
If I’d been thinking ahead, I should really have lined up the start of a new diet with PMS, but that holds its own risk.
Mainly of an orange jumpsuit. I’m a winter and look terrible in orange. Also, I don’t think they have wi-fi and organic chocolate in prison. Otherwise, I would totally risk it.
I have a friend I talk about diet and weight loss with. We struggle with the same problems with weight and eating so I feel very safe being vulnerable with her. I’ll tell her The Number. My own husband doesn’t know The Number.
My friend recently asked me how many diet books I had. I thought I had three, while she said she must have ten different weight loss books.
After thinking about it, I really must have bought ten books over the last ten years and just gotten rid of the ones I didn’t like. After my fourth baby, my struggle with keeping weight off began and I seem to have bought the book of the moment every year since then. I’m looking at you, Dr. Phil.
I’ve had some real successes, but like the launch party for the Titanic, the happiness doesn’t last.
I think I’ve had two fit years out of the last ten. I spent my twenties pregnant and nursing and my thirties fat. Now that I’m forty, I’d love to dress inappropriately for my age and horrify my children. At least the second part.
I hate to think of all the cameras I’ve dodged and all the children I’ve hidden behind when there’s a camera around. I should have cards made up that say “Don’t Tag Me on Facebook”. I hate facebook. I have dropped friends who tagged me on facebook.
You can tell who loves you by whether or not they put up horrible pictures of you and then tag you so all your old high school frenemies and ex-boyfriends can see your third chin in profile. Horrible pictures are the ones where you best friend tells you it’s not a good picture. Best friends will tell you the truth.
So today I saw the lady who wrote the current diet I’m doing on the CBS Early Show. I liked what she said and it fired me up for my “solid-food detox”.
Tomorrow I’ll talk more about the diet and give you my thoughts on the book.
Anyone else dieting, I mean starting-a-healthful-new-eating-plan-for-the-rest-of-their-life today?
I think my pants are looser!
Nota Supermom
Hey, Nota…good idea to stay out of prison. I don't think you'd be able to keep up with your blog. I stared the NO S diet a few weeks ago. So far, so good. Until tonight when a friend literally shoved a chocolate eclair in my hand…because she loves me and didn't know. I didn't have the heart to tell her, so I ate it right up.
LOL! This totally cracked me up. I feel you, Nota!! I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, too. Good luck to you! 🙂
You have a friend who knows THE NUMBER?!? Now, that's a friend!
You are my hero! I should really eat better. I just don't wanna. 😀 I have spent time with the evil Jillian Michaels twice this year, though. I didn't even cuss at her today! I'm quite proud of myself.
I laughed at this post — so very real, so very funny. You have quite the way with words and you help us all to laugh at ourselves. Why is it that eating healthy is so much harder than eating chocolate? Sigh.
I am in denial about what is to come. I am sure glad you were here to remind me that I need to do something. It is "that time of year" after all. Curious to see what your trying. Maybe I will just follow along. I have never bought a diet book…see I really am in denial!
@Sarah, if I get a jury of women, I won't even be convicted.
@Steph, I blame December. It's too delicious.
@Melinda, a good friend indeed.
@Rachel, Jillian hates me.
@Julia, it is so hard to be good. This diet does have mandatory daily chocolate.
@Linda, never bought a diet book? I really admire that, although you may get kicked out of the Sisterhood.