Okay, so I know that when I say I need to lose 15 pounds, people roll their eyes and scoff. It seems like a trivial amount to lose...skip a few margaritas and I'm there, right? Wrong-o.
15 pounds equals an entire closet of clothes that I cannot wear. Pants, jeans, shorts...you name it honey, and I can't zip it. It equals the death of all the work I did last year...working out, not eating anything fun...because of the stupid meds I was on for 5 months. All in vain, all for naught. Dang.
Last night I was reduced to eating 3 egg whites for dinner, with a Weight Watcher popsicle for dessert. Unless you've been forced to eat straight egg whites before, you really can't know the joy of eating air, clouds, or cotton balls. They are just THAT tasty and satisfying.
Why does this have to be so difficult? Why didn't the weight just fall back off when I stopped the meds? Why can my darling husband eat chips and ice cream in bed every night and not gain an ounce?
If anyone can provide these answers for me I'll be glad to whip up some dinner for you tonight..
.......you want hot sauce on your cotton balls?
Friday, April 9, 2010
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