Don't you hate blog posts that are too personal, and no one really cares about the subject matter of that particular person's situation when there are serious issues out there to discuss. Do you? Well, then you better read no further because this is one of those posts.
Here's the deal: I am doing a low carb diet. Yes I know they are not long term, I know once you have that one potato chip you gain 7 lbs immediately, and yes I know that it is completely unrealistic and not very healthy eating a bunch of red meat and sugar free jello. BUT and that is a big BUT (no pun intended), this diet seems to jump start my weight loss like no other diet I've done before. It would be so much healthier to go to mostly raw foods like I have done in the past, or simply cut my portion size. I can do this, but I have some serious pounds to drop and summer has already started here in CC. Long term, none of these diets are that fun. I know I could join weight watchers, but I'd really rather get a pool membership for my bored kids instead.
Okay, here is the hate part of the relationship. I hate going to Herb's burger joint (which is awesome) after church and watching everyone around me chow down on juicy burgers, stringy onion rings and crispy fries while Ms Susie Low Carb sticks to a grilled chicken salad. It was great, but my mouth was drooling over the cheeseburgers. I also hate that summer will be filled with get togethers involving sweets like homemade ice cream, cookies and sweet tea(none of that fake stuff for me). How in the world am I supposed to eat a fajita without a flour tortilla? I hate those nasty low-carb ones.
Now, for the love part of the low-carb diet. I have already dropped six pounds in two weeks and my tight clothes are starting to fit. Within another two weeks, I'll possibly be able to wear my favorite jeans and shorts again. I can also make it some what healthy with salads and grilled fish and chicken. I also found a low-carb butter pecan icecream that's not half bad.
Back to more hate: I went to see Prince Caspian the other day and couldn't have my buttered popcorn and chocolate covered almonds. The movie was great, but it could have been a 10 with my favorite treats accompanying the experience.
Is this what normal 40 year old women talk about? I'm just asking. It is a sad day that I have had to result to such drastic measures, but when the weather channel says its 84 and feels like 94 with 77% humidity, this girl has to wear a pair of shorts, not to mention the dreaded swimsuit. (Like my run-on sentence).
Okay, I'm done with this truly awful post and my kids are at a friend's house, so I'm off to do something just for me.