Put down the Do-Nut
I can walk by a do-nut and gain a pound. The do-nut doesn’t have to come anywhere near my lips, just walking by a do-nut left out on a plate, hell- it can even be stale and I am sure to gain weight.
To lose a pound I have to drink 72 ounces of water a day which I HATE. I have to nibble every two hours on healthful-snacks to keep my stalled metabolism moving. I don’t eat any refined sugar and have been for all purposes, an intentional vegan since mid-January. I’ve even cut back on (gasp) coffee. With no dairy in my diet, I’ve cut my portions in half and have even started to work out again and though there will likely be no Marathons in my future, I’m at least getting my heart rate up a few times a week.
And what do I have to show for my diligence? Fucking Na-da, is what. I actually gained a pound this week and I’m telling you that even as I’m typing this, I am 2 seconds away from driving to the Silver Diner and gorging on corn-beef hash with poached eggs and cheddar cheese. The only thing keeping me here at my desk is that thought that after I’m done posting this email, I may throw in the towel and “work from home” this afternoon.
Not only am I the oldest person in my office but I easily outweigh most of my co-workers by at least 80lbs- maybe more. I can’t stand the sight of any of them right now which is mostly a good thing because more than half the office will be out of town next week and by the time they are back, I’ll be in California. Don’t get me wrong. I adore my co-workers and my office mate in particular.
OK feeling better for having vented.
You have SO much self control. I am so proud of you! Keep up the good work and the walking! It will pay off when you least expect it, like when you lose your keys…you find them when you stop looking!
Love you!
Why is this so true?!? For some of us, all the dieting in the world doesn’t seem to help. Nor does the exercising (which I hate). And I also work in an environment which is positively swarming with young, sleek workers, many of whom could be my GRANDCHILDREN, for God’s sake! I suspect many of them look at me and think they will never become me (old and fat and still working). Well, hahahaha.
I look at all the blog hits this site has had and have to wonder if these folks actually read these postings and comments, or if they just landed here by mistake, looking for the latest gossip about coffee. Why don’t they leave comments? Do they lack the courage? Or have no creativity? Or prefer to lurk on the fringes of others’ lives? Or, perhaps most likely, just don’t have much to say!
Okay, I’ve vented. Which is different from the venti hot chocolate I am going to get at my local Starbucks. Non-fat milk, no whip, thank you very much.