Katy and I just returned from Albertson's, where I dropped $116.00 in groceries. Groceries pretty much just for me. Well, not exactly just for me, but for my diet. Katy and I are going to start the South Beach diet on Monday, and SHE can't shop on Sunday (Love ya Katy), so, there ya have it. Tons of vegies, some lean meats, low fat cheeses, and the assorted fat free-sugar free jello type thingie
I know that "Eat less and exercise" is really the best mantra for the weight-loss crowd, but I just don't operate that way. I need the structure of a specific diet to get my ass in gear. The last time I lost weight, I started out with the South Beach and it worked really well for me. So I kind of slid into the no eating ever or eating and then hurling thing after a while, but at first, it worked pretty well. I like South Beach because it makes sense nutritionally, at least based on my limited knowledge of things nutritional, and it doesn't eliminate any major food groups.
On the flip side, even thinking of loosing weight is terrifying to me. I get pretty obsessed, weird, and also psycho. But this time, Katy will be my partner in crime, and hopefully will keep me grounded.
While shopping today, I found that I HATE saying the wordlett "carbs." So, we've decided that instead of saying "carbs" we'll say "pew," meaning, of course, poo, but pronounced in a way that is much more ridiculous and British. Instead of "fat" or "fat grams" we are going to say "bogies." Here's an example, "This salad dressing only has 3 grams of pew and no bogies."
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Today was a pretty good day. So--how about getting to 9:00 without once wishing I could turn in my mommy badge.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
So I'm sitting outside at my patio table with my family; they are over for a barbecue. Sophie is standing on my lap. She's wearing her Hello Kitty jumper. She leans over, and the fold between her fat little but and her leg smoothes out. In the fold--a gnat that had been squished by her ghetto booty.