Sunday, February 8, 2009

Just Another Manic Monday

Tomorrow is The Day many of us who are trying to lose weight are all too familiar with; Monday. It's the day when most of us try to make good on the promises we made the previous week to exercise more in the coming week, to begin again on the food plan, to commit to writing down everything we eat, to eat more vegetables, drink the recommended daily amount for water and to remember to take our vitamins. It's the day we love to hate and I hate that about Monday.
Tomorrow is a new day people!
After years of thinking Monday had some magical power to help me change bad habits or develop healthier ones I have instead chosen to channel my high school biology teacher Mr. Combs who always told us in his heavy southern accent, "You can change yer mind if you have one." I've done changed my mind about Monday.
Mondays will no longer represent a monumental difference in the way I do anything. No. I've decided making Monday promises to myself is self-defeating. I'm not sure why I break my own promises, I have excellent intentions, the actions just aren't living up to them. I am steadfast in keeping promises I make to others. I just can't seem to keep promises I make to myself. Essentially I have decided Mondays are a mind fuck. I've spent enough time screwing around with Monday and I think the time has come for me to play the field more, pay more attention to the rest of the days of the week. So...
Come Monday I'll be feeling alright.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

But officer, all I had was a small slice of pepperoni. Honest!

My son made this pizza. From scratch. All by himself. I had to eat it. Right? No, not right. I could have had just a piece and not the entire thing. After all a piece of it will taste just the same as the rest of it. I don't drink an entire bottle of wine at one sitting yet I feel compelled to eat an entire pint of icecream all at once.

In fact, now that I think about it some more, I am amazingly cautious about having even a glass of wine if I know I will be driving in an hour. I NEVER risk having even the slightest amount of booze in my body before I get behind the wheel of a car.

Ooh- Ooh-Oooh!

What if I pretend I could get pulled over by law enforcement and arrested for overeating? Maybe the next time I go out for dinner I could try to have this kind of a conversation:

Waiter: Would you like to see our dessert menu?

Me: No,thank you. Really. I can't. I'm driving tonight. I don't want to leave here and get into my car with chocolate on my breath. It's not worth the risk.
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