During a momentary bout of insanity, I decided to attempt this very hardcore diet for the next few months. It's not that I'm trying to drop 100lbs or anything crazy like that, but I figure it would be great to rid myself of my non-stop cravings for sugar, junk food in general, and carbs. Another plus with this diet is portion control, so I figured I could learn to eat less and still function normally. Yay!
Except not. Ok maybe it's because the fifth day is the hardest (pretty sure I'm making stuff up?), but EVERYTHING LOOKS DELICIOUS today. Things I don't normally eat look ah-mazing today. I never cared much for cheese, except maybe one little slice of brie per six months. But now? Now I want to put cheese on everything. Also I know I live in Montreal which is like home of smoked meat (and my next statement will not please a lot of people), but one bad trip to very greasy joint Schwartz's left me totally turned off. Then today I see one of the engineering cafeterias now offers smoked meat sandwiches, I see one being made, and now it's all I can think of.
I feel a little better talking about it. And right now, I need to take a moment to curse all you skinny girls with your stupid fast metabolisms. I want to curse every guy who's ever called me "curvy" or "filled out" (it's an insult in disguise). And finally, I want to curse my parents (in a respectful manner) for a little conception hiccup that left me "filled out" and my brother all skinny.
You know, because of all the problems stated above, I'm left having dreams about cheating on my diet. I'm left watching my best friend eat all he wants while I go hungry (slash snack on celery) even though he's the anorexic one in this relationship. And I am left thinking maybe I can use my engineering degree to make "healthy" chocolate.
Just a thought.
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