I Hereby Promise that I Will Lay Off Dessert Every time I come to Diaryland, I end up just getting caught up on my buddy list and then run out of steam to update. So now, my buddy list is highlighted in red/orange, and I'm being a good updater. Lately I've been trying to decide what to do about my weight. I weigh about 130. This is high for me. But I don't know if I don't like it. Perhaps I look more curvy, soft, and womanly? Or do I just look like I need to lose a little weight? I enjoy cookies and cake and ice cream a lot. If I decide to lose some weight, I would have to cut that out for awhile. And if I am happy with how I look, then why bother giving up those things I enjoy? But then, I don't like that a great deal of my pants are too tight now. I've got Dunlop disease. My belly's dun lopped over the edge of my pants. And, I don't really have enough money to buy some more clothes. The conclusion I came up with while talking to Mike is that I just need to lose it and see what I think. If I don't like it I can just not worry about gaining it back, but if I do then I can maintain. That will give me at least some more information to work with. Knowing me, I will still not know at what weight I look the best, but whatever. At least I have something to do! Every week my research group has a meeting, and we always have cookies and other goodies to eat. And because the meeting tends to be stultifying, I just want to eat during the whole thing. Or drink white Russians. Yum. I think this week I will stick with black Russians, and no snacks. So what's the plan of attack? There always is one. I'm great at planning. I do it all the time. Following through on my plans is another issue altogether, however. But I digress. Back to the planning. So, three meals a day. Nothing outside of that. At regular times. No snacks late at night after I get home from work. No desserts. This plan, if followed, is guaranteed to drop the pounds within three weeks or so. I'll let you know how it goes. There was an interesting article on CNN the other day about how checking messages all the time lowers IQ by 10 points, while getting stoned lowers it by 4 points. I guess that means that I need to chuck my laptop and go get a bag of weed. But Mike pointed out that either way, your IQ is lowered. Damn, there's that logic thing again. I guess my IQ was lowered too much to figure it out. Fuck. Can I just say that I love my laptop? I am outside in the courtyard, watching my kiddos play while I update. They are drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. I took some pictures yesterday while they were playing. I haven't look at them really, but if there are any good ones maybe I'll upload them. I guess that's enough for now. Ciao. |