This diet thing is turning into a real pain in the ass. Gina (my dietician) and every other skinny person has a choice whether they want to measure their food or not. I have to. All they have to do is read labels and see which foods are right and which foods are wrong for them to eat. In conjunction with looking at labels, Gina gave me a book that has food listed and how many servings each food group has. Man, I've got to measure my cereal, measure my milk. I'm used to just emptying a bowl of healthy cereal and splashing some milk on it. Gina kept telling me I could do this, but for me it's so painstaking. There's no freedom in eating healthy, everything has to be portioned. And one of my goals was to go low on the sugar. I'm drinking two to three cups of tea a day. Okay, lets see if I can just do two cups. I have to exercise 35 minutes three days a week. Gina let me choose that workout routine for myself, but going out in this neighborhood gives me the heebie-geebies! If I'm exercising outdoors I'm taking in this neighborhood just by walking around the park twice, breathing the dirty air, looking at bare trees, an icy lake, uncontrollable geese and whatever else there that's disgusting. But wait Sam, you go out for everything else! Yeah, but the times I go out I'm dropping or picking up meds, keeping an appointment or going to the supermarket. I guess I'm going to have to go to the gym and workout. That's indoors. I don't know what to do! I just want my life to end. I don't care if I die fat! There'll be a closed casket then!
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What's with your moaning and groaning?? Do you want to lose weight?/ Then do it!! You think this is hard wait until the struggle starts to keep it off.
You want your life to end?? Just keep on eating wrong! Trust me it is a slow, painful way to die.
I lost over 100 pounds measuring, weighing, reading labels, keeping food diaries and still do it 40 years later!!!
If you want any help, advice, I'm here but don't expect me to pat you on the head and say, "Poor girl"--I am a hard task master when it comes to people who say they want to lose weight because I believe they do!
look, it's just hard for me. You remind me of the drill seargent on celebrity fit club.
Thanks for the inspiration, but I don't know, my worsening mental state makes it hard to do about anything these days. I'm just going to do slimfast and see how my dietician likes that. I'm trough with cooking nutritous meals (it only lasted two weeks). I bring the leftovers over my family's house and nobody eats them. Damn, is my cooking that bad? If it's bad, then I'm not going to work on improving it. I don't have hungry mouths to feed, it's just me. I'm not going back to eating fatty foods, I'm just not going to eat that much, period. There's nothing in my life that cheerful that I should be overweight. If anything, I should be anorexic. Life is painful. I should be showing it on my bones. But because I look so jolly and my acting's pretty good, I can almost always fool my folks. I feel like a skinny girl trapped in a big girl's body. I used to be a size extra small, you know. Ah, the good old days! Never to be repeated again. I'm going down.