In my last post I was, er, belly achin’ about being so fat. It’s true. I’m a porker who is a string bean wannabe. And I know why I’m one heavy dude. I love the sweet stuff. Yeah. I love the starchy stuff, too. Bread, potatoes, rice.
It has been said, more than once, that a diet that is sure fire to work is to eliminate all the white stuff from your diet.
In other words, all the stuff you like and have grown accustomed to is out, out, out.
Which brings me to a recent post I read on an interesting and downright amusing blog called How To Get A Grip. The post: Start With Dessert. The idea is that since you never know when you’ll kick the bucket, you might as well do the fun stuff now…and early.
Of course, I’ve been doing that with food for awhile. Cake, ice cream, cookies. You name it. I stuck it in my mouth. The fun has now caught up with me and I’m so fat I can barely get on a plane or visit a movie theater and let’s forget the booths in restaurant. Ironic, huh? I’ve gotten so big I need a table or take out.
I get the point about not putting off life’s little pleasures while you doggedly try to become “a success” but the idea of doing all the fun stuff becuase I’ll be dead any minute doesn’t get it, either. Do enough of the fun stuff and you may be living and miserable.
It might be better to spread it out. Maybe.