Warning To The Grammarically Correct: If it just bothered you that I wrote "Grammarically", you may as well leave now because my grammar gets even worse.
Never Start A Diet On A Day Called...
FAT TUESDAY!
I don't care how gung ho you are about a diet. Even if you come to the conclusion that you are going to start your weight reduction plan at that exact moment. Should I mention that you come to this wonderful idea of being more careful of your food choices as you are lying in bed staring at the ceiling at....oh... three o'clock in the morning? (Isn't it always easier to start something at that time of nigh....er...morning?)
It is Doomed from the beginning, I tell you. That is Capital D-double O -M( with an 'ed' at the end)....DOOMED.
You should've known it was not a good sign from the beginning when - on your way to work - you are stopping and going in rush hour traffic next to a...what else?...A Tasty Kake truck.
And then you get to work only to find out there is a required lunch meeting that very day and pizza will be served. Now normally you can pass up pizza, however, they are not having your usual pizza varieties that you can stick your nose up to. Nope. They are having barbeque chicken pizza which is something you sometimes have fantasies about. Oh and besides the pizza they are having gourmet italian cookies....Those yummy italian cookies that just melt in your mouth and dance in your belly.
To not eat that delicious food would've been torture I tell you...torture. So you manage to get away with eating one slice of pizza and about FOUR cookies - which are not dancing in your belly...they feel more like they are glued to the bottom of your stomache. And it was all of your superiors faults too....having that 'required' meeting with their 'required' food.
Those bastards....
Needless to say, it was all a downward spiral from there. Just ask those bag of Funyuns in your pantry...oh wait...you ate them last night!
Sigh
Too bad there is not a day called "Skinny Wednesday".....
FAT TUESDAY!
I don't care how gung ho you are about a diet. Even if you come to the conclusion that you are going to start your weight reduction plan at that exact moment. Should I mention that you come to this wonderful idea of being more careful of your food choices as you are lying in bed staring at the ceiling at....oh... three o'clock in the morning? (Isn't it always easier to start something at that time of nigh....er...morning?)
It is Doomed from the beginning, I tell you. That is Capital D-double O -M( with an 'ed' at the end)....DOOMED.
You should've known it was not a good sign from the beginning when - on your way to work - you are stopping and going in rush hour traffic next to a...what else?...A Tasty Kake truck.
And then you get to work only to find out there is a required lunch meeting that very day and pizza will be served. Now normally you can pass up pizza, however, they are not having your usual pizza varieties that you can stick your nose up to. Nope. They are having barbeque chicken pizza which is something you sometimes have fantasies about. Oh and besides the pizza they are having gourmet italian cookies....Those yummy italian cookies that just melt in your mouth and dance in your belly.
To not eat that delicious food would've been torture I tell you...torture. So you manage to get away with eating one slice of pizza and about FOUR cookies - which are not dancing in your belly...they feel more like they are glued to the bottom of your stomache. And it was all of your superiors faults too....having that 'required' meeting with their 'required' food.
Those bastards....
Needless to say, it was all a downward spiral from there. Just ask those bag of Funyuns in your pantry...oh wait...you ate them last night!
Sigh
Too bad there is not a day called "Skinny Wednesday".....
posted by Lisa | 3:26 PM
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