TODAY is the start of good eating...Yeeeesirreee! I tossed and turned all night long wishing that when I woke up I would be 30LBS thinner then I wouldn't HAVE to do some thing about it BUT no-way the little dimples just jiggled and bobbled and laughed at me as I wandered to the scale...AH, the scale...I stood on it, moved it a little this way and that, stood on it again, then inched the knob just a little left...ooops, too much, so inched it just a bit the other way and stood on the scale again. DARN, no difference. I still have to DOOO something.
Finally in the kitchen I decide I should have just a boiled egg, very yummy and I turned my back on my husband's toast and dear Mum's bowl of cereal...
Funny, I don't like cereal so why should that bowl look so inviting today?
I have bustled around all morning taking down Christmas decorations, been out in the garden spraying (so I'm not tempted to pick at things) I WANT to be good and really do at least 3 days of low-carb eating.
It's hot so I need a drink and on going inside I go straight to the fridge and open and drink 1/2 a can of diet coke.
OH NO! I was going to be good and just have water for at least the next 3 days.
Quick outside again and see to the chickens.....Finally I couldn't put off the fact that I had to make and eat lunch, after all dear old Mum is inside, prolly starving.
As I walked up to the front door, planing lunch so very carefully, cold meat, tomatoes and boiled eggs, AbSOluTEly NOTHING else I am assailed by such devine smalls wafting out on the breeze.
Is that a bit of banana, (a huge hand of bananas has just ripened and I sorted some into the freezer, some into the fridge yesterday.)
Oh! Goodness do I smell fresh orange?
Darn and darn again, I walk into the kitchen and am met by dear, darling Mum baking up a storm. Her banana bread is absolutely the best I've ever tasted, she has made a double loaf.
Her orange cake is light and scrummy 'specially when she sandwiches it with her special orange icing....
I look at her gruffly and offer lunch.
Yes, cold meat, tomato and egg.
She accepts and asks for her ham sanwich with fresh arugula, I promised her yesterday "and then cake for tea?"
I grab my plate and quickly go out of the house, away from the delightful, decadent aromas of her baking and wolf down my "good" meal.
WHAT am I to do?
I HAVE to say NO!!!NO!!!NO!!! even though I mean oh, YES pleeeeese, not just a wee slice but half the cake and half the other one....
I am now in my study writing this...
I must NOT Succumb, I must not...I really want to do this for 2 weeks...HELP! I really must be strong.....!
I think we must give a good size portion of the loaf to the children, Mum would love that they get some. She will be sad I won't eat any but then I'm sure she will bake again in the next few days.
She is so happy to be here and having the chance to bake for a family again, how can I turn down her yummy goods...
BUT
I must!
Urrrrgh!
Finally in the kitchen I decide I should have just a boiled egg, very yummy and I turned my back on my husband's toast and dear Mum's bowl of cereal...
Funny, I don't like cereal so why should that bowl look so inviting today?
I have bustled around all morning taking down Christmas decorations, been out in the garden spraying (so I'm not tempted to pick at things) I WANT to be good and really do at least 3 days of low-carb eating.
It's hot so I need a drink and on going inside I go straight to the fridge and open and drink 1/2 a can of diet coke.
OH NO! I was going to be good and just have water for at least the next 3 days.
Quick outside again and see to the chickens.....Finally I couldn't put off the fact that I had to make and eat lunch, after all dear old Mum is inside, prolly starving.
As I walked up to the front door, planing lunch so very carefully, cold meat, tomatoes and boiled eggs, AbSOluTEly NOTHING else I am assailed by such devine smalls wafting out on the breeze.
Is that a bit of banana, (a huge hand of bananas has just ripened and I sorted some into the freezer, some into the fridge yesterday.)
Oh! Goodness do I smell fresh orange?
Darn and darn again, I walk into the kitchen and am met by dear, darling Mum baking up a storm. Her banana bread is absolutely the best I've ever tasted, she has made a double loaf.
Her orange cake is light and scrummy 'specially when she sandwiches it with her special orange icing....
I look at her gruffly and offer lunch.
Yes, cold meat, tomato and egg.
She accepts and asks for her ham sanwich with fresh arugula, I promised her yesterday "and then cake for tea?"
I grab my plate and quickly go out of the house, away from the delightful, decadent aromas of her baking and wolf down my "good" meal.
WHAT am I to do?
I HAVE to say NO!!!NO!!!NO!!! even though I mean oh, YES pleeeeese, not just a wee slice but half the cake and half the other one....
I am now in my study writing this...
I must NOT Succumb, I must not...I really want to do this for 2 weeks...HELP! I really must be strong.....!
I think we must give a good size portion of the loaf to the children, Mum would love that they get some. She will be sad I won't eat any but then I'm sure she will bake again in the next few days.
She is so happy to be here and having the chance to bake for a family again, how can I turn down her yummy goods...
BUT
I must!
Urrrrgh!