About that diet... I sat down and thought about how I intend to go about it and detected a pattern.
When I drink, I don't pay attention to regular, well- balanced meal times.
When I don't eat the night before, I feel even more woozy the day after.
The woozier I feel, the more likely I am to order a pizza.
The more pizza I eat, the less in control of my eating I feel.
When I already feel I've lost the battle I resort to consoling myself with chocolate.
Chocolate picks me up and makes me want to go out again.
When I go out, I drink.
See- a pattern! Devising a strategy to overcome that was easy: I should just quit drinking. The reality, however, was something else...
I caught up with a friend at this fabulous little cafe that does an all you can eat- cake buffet (seriously!). I turned it down and sat there drinking tea instead. Did I feel triumphant over my choice? No. Did I instantly feel skinnier? NO.
The real test came when I met with another friend at the Bollywood bar. I was determined to stick to fizzy water and Diet Coke, but as soon as I sat down, a bottle of Champagne appeared from the bar. "He proposed to you at last- congratulations!"
And so, two bottles later I made my way home. Once again not very triumphant. Once again not skinnier...
oi kävittekö Kakkugalleriassa? Siellä minäkin sorruin, mutta eihän yhtä kertaa lasketa... nim. vuoden alusta jälleen uusi elämä ja karppausruokavalio... :-P
ReplyDeleteI once made the mistake of going to a cake buffet with a friend (and my favourite partner in cake crime), and then dress shopping afterwards. For some odd, unexplainable reason, the shopping went pretty well, and I managed to buy a dress without feeling grotesque.
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