Well, the inevitable happened. Ben and I decided we needed to lose weight, and here I am, on day 7 or so and I am craving sugar like nobody’s business. I feel like one of the individuals being chronicled on Intervention. I swear if I thought I could stick my fingers down my throat and force myself to throw up, I’d eat an entire bag of Oreos right now. I’m not implying that Bulimia is a joke–it’s not–I can understand the want for that kind of sugar pumping through my sugar-deprived veins.
Ben is such a champ about all this, he gets excited talking about his broccoli soup and Special K with blueberries. I would just rather not talk about food at all since I am not able to eat the things I really enjoy, I just shovel in the stuff I should be eating while secretly hoping an Arnie’s chocolate swirl cake rolled in chocolate sprinkles will just land on my counter, calorie-free of course! Ben believes my lack of sweets makes me “feisty”. Sometimes it just makes me crabby, but I know I need to do it and live a healthier lifestyle. I just wish it included pasta and a cookie once in a while. C’est la vie!