By this time of the year, a lot of people have given up on their New Year’s Resolutions. They become too hard to maintain and some kind of backsliding occurs. What usually derails my dieting attempts around this time of year are Valentine’s Day and Easter. Yeah, that may seem a little silly upon first reading, but it’s always been my downfall. The abundance of chocolate hearts and chocolate rabbits and mini-eggs and all things Cadbury and Ferraro Rocher for two, sometimes, three solid months is my undoing. This year will be different, because I have all you people to ‘fess up to if I backslide into a vat of chocolate.
But I’m optimistic. For nearly two weeks, I have prepared every meal that has crossed my lips. I have gotten up early to eat breakfast before work (which is totally paying off in more ways than one: I haven’t been late to work since I started this whole thing. That in itself is friggin’ huge! Seriously, I’m chronicly late), I have brought my lunch to work everyday, and I have almost entirely cut out added sugar from my diet. Usually by day 3, I’m tired of meal planning and cooking and grocery shopping and I think thoughts like, “Well, you can have a double cheeseburger from McDonald’s, you just have to count the points.” Which, technically is true. But I can’t just stop at a double cheeseburger. I’ll also get a large order of fries, a McChicken sandwich, and for dessert: a couple of apple pies or a hot fudge sundae. I am addicted to food. I never labeled my relationship with food as addiction, until I started watching A&E’s Intervention.
If you’ve ever watched the show, then I’m sure you’ve heard the language addicts use to describe their addictions. Things like:
“I think about it all the time.”
“Even while I’m doing a hit, I’m thinking about scoring my next hit.”
“I know that if I keep living my life like this, that it will kill me. But I can’t stop.”
I can’t remember which episode I was watching, but I remember the realization that I was an addict washing over me. Okay, I realize that my addiction to food isn’t necessarily on par with someone else’s addiction to heroine…I mean I’m not going to get arrested for buying and eating a bag of peanut M&M’s. But the same kind of compulsive behavior, and the same kind of obsessive thoughts are there. My drug of choice just happens to be legal and necessary to life.
Speaking of reality shows…I watched the Biggest Loser last night, and I’ve gotta say, I’m not diggin’ the teasers that give away who is going to be up for elimination. I am really enjoying this season though. Even with the whole “Joelle Controversy,” it’s far less infuriating than last season’s Vile Vicky and Fraidy Brady-the Pussy Whipped Husband, Heba the Horrible and her loyal sidekick Tweedle-Dum. One of the reasons why I like this show so much (besides seeing Bob Harper all yummy looking), is that it’s not all about game-play. The contestants, typically, want to be there to lose weight not to just win lots of money. Dangling that prize money is a great incentive, sure. But the focus of the show is the weight loss and lifestyle change.
I don’t even dislike Joelle anymore. I am glad that she finally found the motivation that she’s been lacking this whole time. And I’m glad that she won’t die at the hands of Carla. ;) Dan and Dave…well, the correct decision was made with regards to them. Dave is kind of a putz and didn’t deserve to remain at the ranch and squander a gift he didn’t even want.
Well, apparently food isn’t the only thing I’m addicted to!
Later, Extra Lusties!