I have never heard anyone say, "I love my diet!" unless they were getting paid and airbrushed.

I am in day 6 of my diet and I hate it.  Actually, that should be a given--the hate.  I have never heard anyone say, "I love my diet!" unless they were getting paid and air brushed.

How did I get here?  That is simple...sweets, lots and lots of sweets.  At the beginning of the year, I made a major life change that I wanted to seriously stick with.  As a reward for that work, I rewarded myself with sweets.  This snowballed into the daily intake of chocolate chip muffins (God damn, those freakin' chocolate chip muffins again!), mid-day vending machine snacks and multiple ice cream cones in the evening.  While my goal of change has been quite successful, I have gained back the 12 pounds that I lost 18 months ago.

Also, my gym habit has start to slide over the past couple of months.  There have been absences due to some work travel but mainly I became lazy within the workout.  Kind of like when you brush your teeth right after a dental cleaning--you are back to a full two minute brush.  Give that a couple of months and the brush lasts about 30 seconds.  My body wasn't challenged anymore.  What worked several months ago wasn't making any kind of dent in my tush.

I don't think anyone has noticed that I have gained this weight like no one really noticed when I lost it.  My clothes could probably be a little bit more fitted.  Also, it's amazing what a buttoned suit jacket can cover--a ripple of a gut in the front and the pudginess of the ass in the back.  Regardless if noticed by others, I have noticed and I need to lose it.  I am vain...I am calling it now.

My diet solution is easy.  I don't do any points, pre-made meals or exclusion of certain food groups.  I eat a little less and I am not eating sweets three or four times a day.  I am also trying new things at the gym.  Muscles that haven't been sore in quite some time, well, are.  (I am very grateful that typing this entry doesn't involve lifting my arms over my head.)

Eating a little less doesn't sound that bad but there are times when I am hungry and I just wait for it to pass.  There are times that I will look at the clock and figure out how much time I have until my next meal.  If I could I snack on my left thigh, I would.  I keep reminding myself of that.

The girls do not know that I am on a diet.  I don't complain of sugar withdrawal and restricting myself to only one serving.  I read a very good article about the message that it sends to young girls and how they could start to equate self worth with appearance.  I would like them to see that I am eating healthy portions and exercising.  Granted Rachel told me yesterday that I had a big belly button as she lifted up my shirt so perhaps she is giving me some extra motivation (as Laurel is now my temporary favorite).

I am giving myself four more weeks of this to see what happens...or at least until the waistband of my pants don't make an indentation.