Hi. I’m Marla. Gimme a Minute. I want to talk to you about deprivation. I’ve spent the last three months changing my eating and drinking habits.
Not a diet…you know how I feel about those nasty things, but really paying attention to the foods and beverages I consume, that inevitably end up on my thighs.
There were a few reasons… I felt like crap and I was really uncomfortable in my own skin. Now, I can say yes, I feel better. And surprisingly Yes I have lost a few pounds. Yes. Yes. Yes. But.
And yes, there’s still some butt there….
I’ve tried really hard to keep from depriving myself on a crazed maniacal level. I ate a bit of cake at a friend’s wedding. Luckily it was lemon cake and one bite was enough.
There have been a handful of evenings when a single glass of wine was greatly enjoyed, where otherwise a diet cola would do.
But here’s the catch. I’m going on a one week vacation that’s bound to be filled with all kinds of bread and booze. Right now my tolerance for alcohol is about half a glass of wine anyway. In addition to which I’ve sort of fallen out of like with my old ways of eating and drinking.
I don’t have any problems hanging out with friends while they consume copious amounts of food and drink….
So I’ll probably do the same as I’ve been doing, knowing what I know, and trusting that they won’t care what I eat or drink.
