I may have devoured a rotisserie chicken while driving home, but at least I didn’t stop at Carl Jr’s and ruin my diet plan.
I was going to write about my juice fast I’ve been on for four days. I say, I was, until I realized how I must be boring everyone with diet after diet.
I thought I’d write about my son, 18, who just graduated and has overnight turned into a horrible version of himself. More of the same, dull.
How about my bipolar II condition? Then I thought, do I capitalize the “b” in bipolar and do I use roman numerals for the “II” or the numeral “2”.
Obviously, sidetracked I started to write about my love of Adam Lambert and U2 (do you know I met Bono) (yes, yes, I did!). Adam’s next (dare to dream)!
I wrote about the silly predicaments I get myself into. For instance, I kept biting the inside of my lip every time I cheated and ate on the four day juice fast (Karma I think). It’s going to take at least four days to heal!
See, somehow I have written about all the same boring things, but I have come full circle. That makes me feel better, you know, finishing things.
Oh, here we go again. I’m about to embark on another diet and exercise regimen. All in an effort to get rid of the weight that I hate to admit has been put on and is nearly impossible to get off because of my age.
I was at a party the other night when someone said they didn’t think I had a reason to worry about my weight.
“But, I’ve never been this weight” I said.
There was such an outburst of laughter and statements like “well neither have I” from six or seven women my age. I felt a little naïve.
Naïve or stubborn, I am not giving in.
My new plan is The Fast Diet. I start June 1. That will be my first fast of 500 calories day, two days a week. In between that you are supposed to eat normally (don’t know what that means anymore).
Tristan suggested cardio. Easy for him to say, at 18 he does a 9 mile hike on a whim after working all day or going to school.
For cardio I have decided to use my tread climber which I have used intermittently in the last few years. Second only to the “nine circles of hell of sweating” is the “abyss of boredom”.
The last time I used the machine I had a plan. I bought the audio book of “Fifty Shades of Grey”. I thought it might keep me interested enough to stay on the machine and burn some calories. Hey! Don’t judge! I was curious, there used to be a lot of hype around those books. I listened to it for a while and then got too embarrassed in front of myself to continue. It was more mortifying when I plugged our iPad into my computer to charge it and then later realized the book had synced with my iTunes account.
Note to self: Delete “Fifty Shades of Grey” off the family iPad.
Pretty average day today.
My new “Four Day Diet” book arrived in the mail. I started to read it, then skimmed through the fluff and got right down to the diet menus. I was typing out a shopping list, but couldn’t read the computer with my reading glasses on and couldn’t read the book without the readers! Tried to wear them halfway down my nose, but then I couldn’t breath. Taking them on and off again was pulling my hair. It took me at least half an hour longer to do this task than it should have (similar to telling this story).
Allison is sick today so I kept her company by watching “Pretty Little Liars” with her. Not that watching it wasn’t bad enough, she kept pausing the show every few minutes to explain the characters and plot to me.
Went to the grocery store and put three yogurts into a strange man’s basket even though he was saying, “Excuse, me. Excuse, me!”
I finally looked up and saw it was not my husband after all, just a doppelganger (bet you don’t know the last time you’ve used that term).
Got home, unloaded the car and dropped a jar of Ragu in the driveway.
Yeah, that’s about it.