Dieting

All joking aside, I'm on the first 24 hrs of my diet. And by diet, I don't mean any gimmicks or books or diet pills. It's the "thinking man's diet" in the sense that it just means eating sensibly. It's more about changing the way I eat, because, let's face it, I eat "bad stuff" 24/7.

As most of you know, I'm a carbholic. I eat obscene quantities of bread products: breads, cookies, pastries, crackers, pasta. Furthermore, the potato is my best friend—just think about Bubba's litany about shrimp in Forrest Gump, and that's how I like my potatoes—and don't disregard my love of the noble potato chip. To this already insane intake of carbs, add my love of chocolate and nearly everything named "candy."

Is it any wonder that according to all the Body-Mass Indexes and weight guides online (even the ones from 30 years ago, which liked normal-sized women), I am about 25 lbs (12kg) overweight? All of this weight seems to concentrate on my belly, and the thought of a) ever wearing a bikini again, or b) appearing naked in front of another human being, is horrifying. I feel like a Botero painting (;_;)

Girls, you know how you have one or two pairs of "fat jeans" for when your weight fluctuates? I feel uncomfortable in my "fat jeans", which means... time to lose weight.

I've eaten 1 yogurt, 1 banana, 2 bowls of Special K cereal, some baby carrots, some cheese, and a proper dinner, but my carb-cravings are out the wazoo, making me horribly grumpy. An added grump-factor is that I'm planning on exercising tomorrow, and if there's one thing this lazy couch-potato/computer-potato hates, it's exercise. But I'll be damned if I can't wear my cute summer dresses in a week or two. Damned, I tell ya! Wish me luck.

Yours grumpified,
Anniina