Dieting

I hate dieting...BUT, I have to do this in order to refrain from looking like a pot bellied pig. You see, when I gain weight, it all goes directly to my ass, thighs and lower stomach (aka the pooch). This is not something I like. Especially when my clothes do not fit me anymore...that's when I know it is time to start watching what goes into my mouth very carefully.

So, for the past 2 weeks, I have been living on salads, chicken, salads and chicken. Blech. I am so sick of salads and chicken. However, I did manage to have whole wheat pasta yesterday for lunch which was pretty damn tasty. Maybe it was because I haven't had pasta for such a long time that it tasted so good. And I didn't feel THAT guilty about eating it either.

Anyway, for the past 2 weeks, I wasn't losing any weight. Not even half a pound. Finally when I would lose that 1/2 a pound, it would show up the next morning again. I was very frustrated. So, I felt the need to step up the game a bit and did something I will not go into detail about (no, no...it's not throwing up or anything ridiculous like that). It's just a bit of a cleanse - gross, I know. I'll spare you the details.

When I got on the scale this morning, I almost did a jig of glee. I have lost 2.5 pounds thus far and my pooch is starting to flatten out a bit. I only need to lose about 7.5 more pounds and I will be a very happy camper.

Oh yeah, one more thing...NEVER EVER tell a girl that she looks fat or has a big butt, or that she has a pooch. Some guy in my office told me I had a pooch a few weeks ago and it really stung. Especially considering that I am VERY well aware of what my body looks like. Nobody needs to have it pointed out to them.