As I sit here, hungry, waiting for my Outlook to restart and check for non-existent problems for a perpetual period of 7 minutes that really is 70 minutes of billable time, I cannot help but think about how crappy I eat when I am not on a diet.
And then, when I am exercising and trying to follow Weight Watchers or starve, one in the same, I do not think about the junk that I consumed just last week. The crappy leftovers from the plates of my children. The mediocre take out. The large bag of Famous Amos cookies from Costco that I finished off because the kids didn’t like it.
I am completely focused on a loaf of hot crusty French bread, a wheel of brie cheese, and a bottle of Merlot. I can’t think of anything else. I can even smell it if I try hard enough. Why didn’t I eat that instead of all the cookies and the nuggets, and the ice cream, and the “anything that has butter on it or in it”. Why did I eat such shit when there are so many better ways to get fat?
I want to get fat My Way next time.