I feel like I’ve been on a diet my whole life. Since I was like 10? I find that sad. You know it used to be that I wanted to diet because I wanted to look like this person or that person. Then, I got to my ‘recommended weight’ and I looked like a tooth pick. I hated that more than I did when I had some meat on my bones. But since having the baby, I just can’t do it and the worst part is now I need to.
BUT- I hate waiting for results. Like, if I’m hungry and I get a French fries or brownies = INSTANT gratification. But now I need to eat foods that aren’t terrible tasting but they just aren’t … titilating to the senses. Now I must be a pleasure delayer. I’m not a patient person. But I’ve enlisted help so someone will hold me responsible if I don’t stick to it. And this person scares the hell out of me. So, that’s a BONUS!