Monday, August 22, 2005
Back again.
Thank God.
Oh darlin'. It really is all in the food. I have not had a moment to spare for exercise in the last 7 days (oaky, I squeezed in about 18 crunches, and obviously work involves a lot of physicality) and lost 4 pounds this week. Four. Whole. Pounds.
In a single week.
During my period, when I usually gain that in bloat.
Dear god. Can you imagine?
I hate weightloss attempts. I can pedal my way to nowhere, five days per week, and feel fine but the scale won't budge. Give me a week of tortuous long days and frozen dinners and soup, and I'm my own goddamn diet plan.
Hateful.
Hateful.
Hateful.
Of course, I am torn between sticking to my love of self, commitment to good food and desire to become a force to be reckoned with in the world of food/drink journalism by only eating wonderful things, and the desire to lose another 4 pounds by sticking with bad frozen dinners.
Bah.
Talk in the morning, dahlink.
Oh darlin'. It really is all in the food. I have not had a moment to spare for exercise in the last 7 days (oaky, I squeezed in about 18 crunches, and obviously work involves a lot of physicality) and lost 4 pounds this week. Four. Whole. Pounds.
In a single week.
During my period, when I usually gain that in bloat.
Dear god. Can you imagine?
I hate weightloss attempts. I can pedal my way to nowhere, five days per week, and feel fine but the scale won't budge. Give me a week of tortuous long days and frozen dinners and soup, and I'm my own goddamn diet plan.
Hateful.
Hateful.
Hateful.
Of course, I am torn between sticking to my love of self, commitment to good food and desire to become a force to be reckoned with in the world of food/drink journalism by only eating wonderful things, and the desire to lose another 4 pounds by sticking with bad frozen dinners.
Bah.
Talk in the morning, dahlink.
// posted by Sid @ 12:15 AM 
