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Big Fat Baby about Dieting

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


I had a dream that I was very thin and dressed great and at a restaurant that had a 54-page menu of cream-based pastas. It was taking me so long to decide which one I wanted that when I came back from the bathroom, my friends had left and the place was closing down.

I have been on some version of diet / food reduction for 9 weeks and it’s making me grumpy. Mostly because I have only lost 6 pounds and not the planned-on 9 pounds I feel I “deserve” to lose with the amount of suffering I feel I am enduring.

Yes, I realize I am being a spoiled brat. And Yes, I realize I don’t need to be on a diet. But as Holly and I ascertained on the phone yesterday, even if it’s not about health, vanity, self esteem, dating prospects, or the influence of evil media, it most certainly is about fitting comfortably into your already-purchased, now-too-tight clothes.

Why not buy 2 new pairs of pants? Because shopping is celebration and who wants to go on a “this is the new, chubbier, I’ve given up me” shopping spree?

And, so, I eat soup, oatmeal, diet pudding pie, and coffee until . . . I don’t know? Like, June?!?

posted by Rocky
8:53 AM

2 Comments:

Blogger Alex Coventry said...

And, so, I eat... oatmeal... until . . . I don’t know? Like, June?!?
Heathen! I will educate you in the joys of oatmeal when you visit.

March 5, 2009 at 3:05 PM  
Blogger Rocky said...

OK, Oatmeal is joyous -- filling, healthful, can be sweet, savory, oat-ey. I only begrudge oatmeal because my ideal breakfast is a flour-less chocolate torte and 12 cups of coffee. But I will venture into your world, hesitantly . . .

March 5, 2009 at 5:20 PM  

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