I've fallen and I can't get up!

I have been on The Fat Smash diet for nearly a full month now--you know the one from Celebrity Fat, I mean Fit, Club--and I am here to tell you it works. It is hard work, but it works. I am down 8 pounds...I honestly didn't think it was possible for me to shed that much weight...and I must admit I love the fact that my pants are falling off of me.

However, I also must admit that after 29 days of not cheating one iota, I fell off the wagon BIG TIME yesterday. As I was cooking yet another tons-of-vegetables-and-barely-any-meat dinners last night, I looked at Steve with sad eyes, stuck out my lower lip and said, "I really, really, really don't want to eat this. Like, at all." Knowing a great opportunity when he saw one, Steve lunged for the phone and had Little Red Hen on the line in a matter of seconds.

And when the feeding frenzy was over, I'd eaten a slice of pizza (yummmmmmm), a fried chicken breast (love that crunchy layer), tons of crinkle fries (my absolute favorite food in the world), a REGULAR soda (God forbid!), and six thousand mini-chocolate bars.

As Steve moaned about feeling disgusting for eating so much crap when we had been so good for so long, I relished the gorge fest I'd just participated in. Savored the awesome flavors of the best junk foods on earth. And I didn't feel bad about it, not one single bit.

Sure, I'll be pissed when I'm on the beach this weekend in Virgin Gorda (translation: The Fat Virgin) puffed up like non-virgin gorda myself after working so hard to be a skinny-minny there. But now that I've fallen off the wagon, it seems I'm not quite ready to get back on it just yet. Like today, I drank TWO--count 'em, two--lattes (a big no-no), bought a Big Gulp (REGULAR soda, yum, yum, yum) and haven't eaten a stitch of food yet and it's already noon (the biggest no-no of all on this diet). Oh, how I LOVE my old diet of coffee, soda, salt, fat and grease . Oh, and sugar. Let's not forget wonderful, fabulous, overly-processed, real, white-as-snow sugar.

Maybe by Monday I will have the strength to hoist myself back onto the boring old no-fun Fat Smash diet wagon again. But by then, I betcha I'll have eaten and drank enough to gain back the eight lost pounds and more.

And it'll be just like starting over, to quote John Lennon.

Comments

[Chocoholic]

I feel for ya! I too, am constantly trying to diet and constantly falling off the wagon. It is so hard!!! Keep trying and I will too.

[julie]

little red hen is never...never a bad thing..