dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That'll be two pounds of happiness, please. I love this guy. He's amazingly talented. You might have to be a Canadian to appreciate most of the content, but check the PEI potato video... it's just so...PEI. Ok, maybe you have to be a Canadian, but check him out anyway because he's one of the best comedians anywhere. This morning I wasn't very happy. I was dog-tired from too little sleep. I threw my t-shirt off and climbed on the scale and suddenly I WAS VERY VERY HAPPY. because..... I'd LOST 2 LBS. Yes, all that effort in the last week to measure my food and control my portions as well as exercise is beginning to pay off. Two pounds may sound like squat. Hell, before I lost them they sounded like squat to me, too. Probably because of all those false promising ads that squeal "LOSE 30 POUNDS IN A WEEK!" when nobody can lose thirty pounds in a week, or even 4 weeks, without undergoing significant amputations. It's like Anne Collins said to that wombat who asked "I need to lose 50 lbs in a week. Can you advise me?" Anne Collins replied, "Cut off both your legs." It's just not possible. So two pounds. It's startling the difference a 2 lb loss can make. Pick up one 2-pound sack of flour at the grocer's and that's an equivalent visual measure. I can see a difference in my entire body. I had started noticing last Wednesday but the scale wasn't supporting my observation, so I figured I was being delusionally hopeful. And I even had peanut butter last week. A tablespoon on a slice of sprouted grain bread twice, but on two separate days. And a soft child-size ice cream cone. And fruit berries, 17 of them to be precise. Yesterday I had a coffee frappucino. Size Tall. No brownie bits, no venti extremism. I'm practicing moderation. I'm learning that food can be enjoyed without having to be a hog. Although I have to say being a hog is certainly enjoyable. Extra whip. Ripping into cake. Not counting slices. No offence against hogs..they're meant to be 300+ pounds and are mighty charming while they're at it. Not me. I'm looking forward to another two-pound bag of flour gone from my frame at the end of this week. 8:44 p.m. - 2004-03-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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