My Diet and I: An Open Relationship

My diet and I have the dysfunctional relationship of a disenchanted middle-aged couple.  I’ve decided that every now and again I want to see other people and my diet doesn’t want to lose me, so he pretends to be okay with it.  In my heart I know that every time I step out on him, he sits at home and watches Lifetime sobbing into a glass of red wine and praying that this will be the last time.  It won’t be.

I realized today that I haven’t really defined my diet.  That’s because it doesn’t have a gimmick.  It’s the Don’t Be An Idiot Diet.  Lower my calorie intake, up my exercise- but still enjoy life.

I’m not a fan of black and white, but eating right really comes down to not buying crappy food and at the store I do pretty well, but when it comes to eating out with friends and family I just don’t have that kind of discipline.  I also can’t stand the thought of being that girl who orders a side salad with water while the rest of the group eats real food.  I give into my cravings at least once a week and I savor it.  I know that if I skipped eating out or made better choices I could lose more weight in less time, but those extra calories I take in eating out twice a week keep me from kicking children and puppies.  And I think everyone would agree that it’s small price to pay to save this lil gal.

Cheers!