So much to my shagrin, the diet starts today.
It's obviously way past due, but whatever. People at work are used to my on-again-off-again dieting. Anytime they see me walking in Monday morning with a bag bulging with skim milk and fruit, they know it's on, baby. So today I get the "diet time again, eh?" from a dude in the breakroom that I don't even KNOW and I'm like..."am I that predictable?" He just had his little chuckle and got his coffee and left. Goddamn people.
It's gonna be a crappy day because I woke up with a toothache and a roomful of pot smoke. I hate when Jeff "bongs" it up while I'm trying to sleep. Could you find something louder to smoke your stinky pot in? No? Oh, okay, proceed then. It kinda pisses me off that I'm like tiptoe-ing my big ass around the bedroom every morning so as not to disturb his sleep but he just comes in from work at 4am and turns on the tv and lights up the bong like I don't have to be up in an hour. That shit just puts me in a terrible mood for the day.
Then they tell me when I get here that I gotta work late. Poooooooop!
Oh well, I'm gonna try to do my best to not turn to my 10am poptarts and 3pm M&Ms today. None of my clothes fit and I'm sick of the steering wheel rubbing ever so firmly against my belly when I drive.
The scale gave me the familiar "EE" this morning which means I'm too fat for it and I suspect stands for "EEK, get off me, bitch!" I plan on not weighing myself for a month. Only because I'll lose like a pretty good amount in week one, then like 0.8 in week two and I'll start thinking I need to change shit up and it'll turn into a disaster and three months from now I'll be all "well, I'm starting my diet today, you guys!" NO. Let's give it a month and see how it goes, and if it's no good, we'll try something else.
I really don't know what I'm doing. Let's just shoot for no white sugar/flour...and...less food, in general. Oh, and some walking couldn't hurt. Let's do dis.