meditations of a chick on a diet

I want some grits.

I want some grits, despite the "diet". Grits in and of themselves aren't bad for you. Skip the butter, and I'm fine - grits are fine.

They'd taste better with the butter though. And some cheese eggs on the side, and maybe some bacon. Toast. Coffee.

OK - you're trippin' - just have the grits.

NONONONONO - you're fasting, you're not supposed to eat ANYTHING - cleansing the colon, remember?

But they're grits, man - just grits. Prolly not even 100 calories in 1/2 a cup.

Yo, you know this is how the binge begins - the rationalization. Try on the Dress, it will make you focus.

<tries on dress> doesn't fit in the slightest - can't even button the buttons over the chest. BUT, it's cute - very cute.

<tries on jacket over dress> now this actually kinda fits - it's small, but you can get it on. Worry about buttoning it in a few weeks.

Yeah, if I have those grits - in a few weeks I'll be in the same position, and these buttons won't be any closer together.

Ok, I'll have the salt water flush instead. Make some lemonade, and get on that ellipse.

My new philosopy on diet (and one of the main reasons I'm fasting - not for the weight loss): Bingeing (not the grits) = bad, self-control (not the SWF) = good. Any questions?