Die-t. Who thought of the word, and does it have anything to do with wanting to die while taking part in its absurdity?
I've been on every one imaginable, trying to keep at a reasonable weight. (You don't want to know!)
I've been offered gifts of new wardrobes, contentment, peace and overall better health to just drop twenty-five pounds. It was easy when I was thirty. A week of eating nothing but M&M's on the 'm&m diet' was a guaranteed 7 lb. weight loss.
Now that I'm older I've learned the ugly truth about the over-fifty-metabolism. And the importance of eating healthy. (Not that being enlightened of these things help me to lose weight... uhhh uhhh)
I can go along great for weeks... eating nothing but fruits and veggies, lean meat and no carbs and be graciously rewarded a one-half lb. weight loss.
Ugh! But hey... going in the right direction!!
However.... one false move. One piece of double-chocolate cake with buttercream frosting or any similar and wonderful intake will jack those scales up 2-3 pounds overnight.
So when I make my whole wheat toast with a smidgin of peach preserves and arrange it so invitingly on its plate adding a few strawberries and a dollop of fat free cool whip...
I wonder why I insist on playing this silly game when the results are always the same....
Gracie waits patiently for me to come to my senses and start eating normal again. And so far, I always have.