It is going prey …pretty (note: I am refusing to turn off auto correct or correct it because sometimidiot can entertaining)…well all things confided…considered like the whole red meat dairy and fat restrictions. I et half as much as I used to and am not having trouble with it. I snacks bit more but it’s stuff I am supposed to eat more of anyway, olive fruits and vegetables. Not olive…like…like fruits and vets. Whatever. Vegs. I do not eat vets, neigh dang it. Neither veterans nor animal doctors. Plants. I eand plants and lots of them. Eat. I don’t even know what wand …eand…means.
i do not know if I have lost weight yet, as scales are not in my lexicon. However there is a particular pair of pants I will try on next week sometime. Those are the gauge by which diet efforts are gauged. With apologies to mr. bailey for using gauged twice in a sentence. I know better but there it is anyway.
i am an all-or-nothing dieter. I cannot have a sip of someone else’s milkshake, because I will want one for myself and get my feelings hurt. No sips and I am fine. No ‘just a bites’ and no ‘one won’t hurt’. it is when there is no one else around that is a problem. If there are people around I do not want to be a hypocritical dieter and say ‘oh this time it will be fine’…except on the cruise upcoming then all bets are off because, well…seriously, a cruise. And it was planned long before the 12 year old nephrologist told me I was fat and needed quatliy…what? Quality time with Himslef in the form of exercise. So fine. I don’t know what I will do then. Probably just eat half of whatever I get and call it ‘doing the best I can under the circumstances’ .
Except the muffins at church. I will eat a whole muffin and delight in the pecans on top. They are Muffins To The Glory Of God and I will not waste ones of one. Half, that is. Half of one.