Dieting: A Much Sadder World

There comes a point in life when you have to face facts. The fact for me was simple: I was skinny...once. So, I made the decision to go on a diet. I have discovered a few truths over the last two and a half months. One, don't get too confident. I lost ten pounds in the first month, which is acceptable. So, I decided I no longer needed to write down what I was eating or count points. I was good, and it all evened out in the end, right? Cut to month two's weigh in where I discovered that I only lost three more pounds. Now I write everything down and count points religiously. Two, if you can't be trusted to behave when temptation comes, remove yourself from temptation. We had a work birthday party today. I went, just to be polite, but there I was surrounded by two kinds of cake with delicious lard icing, ice cream and sugary lemonade. As I sat there miserable and about to help myself to a piece (or two) of amazing birthday cake, it occurred to me that much of the misery could be relieved if I would just leave the room. So, I did. I'm still hungry, but I am also lazy, so I know that I will not be climbing the stairs again just for a piece of cake. And, Finally, I have learned that life on a diet sucks!! When I want to celebrate, I eat. When I'm bored, I eat. When I'm sad or angry or lonely or excited or nervous or whatever, I eat. I eat my emotions, and they taste good. But, now, I have to find other outlets for these feelings, and so far none of them taste as good as cookie dough.