Thursday, May 31, 2007


Oh, I'm so ashamed. I don't know why I did it. Why I un-moored myself from my usually solid-as-a-rock ethics, veering like a teenager high on hope and lust off the well-trod straight and narrow as the angel on my right shoulder screamed to beat the band to the devil on the other who simply stuck his fingers in his ears and la-la-la-ed.

Maybe it's because I thought there might be something better out there.

Maybe it's because I was feeling the stress of bathing suit season.

Maybe it's because I had a coupon.

Which led me to purchase this:

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I swear, if you sat down in your kitchen and mixed together chalk dust, Elmer's Glue, and food coloring, you'd most likely come up with something better tasting than this stuff.

You know, I have a standing rule never to skimp on flavor or real ingredients. To eat what I want in moderation and then run/swim/bike/lift my ass off in order to justify it all.

I shouldn't break with that rule. Not only because my taste buds then begin to revolt, but because I do not want to forget what
real food tastes like. I do not want to become afraid of it. I do not want it as an enemy or something for which I must do penance.

So I guess it wouldn't hurt to vow all over again, right here, right now: Damn the calories and carbs, I'd rather be Rubenesque than this gawd awfully tasteless.


Wicked Thistle said...

I once worked with a woman who had lost considerable weight and, understandably, was feeling the joy of her very visible accomplishment. To keep it, though, she existed on pretzels, *plain* airpopped popcorn (gag) and diet Coke. Sure, she had a tiny waist, but how happy can you be eating the equivalent of dry cat food for the rest of your life?

I recommend that we take any leftover cups o' cardboard that you purchased and set 'em on fire at our next COWW meeting.

BOSSY said...

Amen. Strawberry Rhubarb Pies 4Ever.