So I’m being forced to lose weight now, cuz what works for a frumpy school teacher in 1939, doesn’t work three years later as a starving Jewish woman in hiding.
…I started Monday, and am down 4 lbs. Helped greatly (no doubt) by an entire day of being sick.
Am not following any regime, or counting calories, or starving myself, though. That’s for later. Just now, I’m in the “cutting out shit that makes sense to cut out” phase. This includes snack foods and dessert menus. And (starting last Tuesday) alcohol. And nothing after 7pm. Except one day a week, where I getta go hog wild on whatever the hell I want.
…Because I’m not a machine, you guys.
I already hate it.
Last night at about 10:30 I wanted salt so bad, I was almost willing to work out or something, just to lick my own sweaty arm. It was awful. And then I was all pretending my millionth cup of hot tea was actually hot cocoa. (Which doesn’t work, just so you know.) And fighting my tummy telling me it was time for my other-other meal of the day…(which is still less than the average “three per day”…only the late night habit of it has totally ruined my constitution and body shape.)
…And then I got up this morning and had the usual breakfast of coffee…only my gut was so empty from the total lack of middle-of-the-night meal, that it still hasn’t stopped growling at me.
Even through all the paperworking and junk.
…And now WHS Pimp is off to get some greasy goodness, which he offered to share, only I can’t, so told him: if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll not bring it anywhere within 50 feet of me. Or talk about it afterwards. But maybe let me smell his breath when he’s done eating.
I’m not usually one to force my eating habits on others, or their consequences…but right now, I’m very fragile.
It’s only day four.
Day four through the end of show at closing…which is ironically the day before my Birthday. OVER TWO MONTHS AWAY.
TWO MONTHS?!
TWO?!
How will I ever make it?! How will I manage to stick to something like that? Oh sure, some people do it every day, and always have, and have healthy everythings because of it, and la-de-dah. But I’m a FOODIE, you all. I havefar too much respect for my tastebuds to limit or neglect them! Why shouldthey have to suffer?! What have they ever done to me but support me in every way possible (except during the occasional cold?)
…But I have to.
I HAVE to.
Because it’s what’s needed.
…Which, by the way, is this TOTALLY different thing from say a “Hollywood Actor” undertaking to dump a shit-ton of weight.
First of all, they have endless fundage to afford all those granola-world wholesome foods that taste of cardboard and dirt…and someone to buy them…and someone to cook them, and someone to feed them, and someone totrain them, and someone to watch them like a fucking hawk. And that whole time? That is their “job.” Just that: To lose weight. The rest of us have to manage on real-world schedules, during real-world jobs, without so much as a Butler around.
Don’t you feel sorry for us?!
I do!
Alllll the poor slobs that feel it necessary to take it on the chin and pull up their too-big, big-girl panties, and undertake something all alone like this!
…And also: I want some potato chips.
Fuck you, salt-misery!
~D
