Diets suck!

Diets suck! I much rather take care of myself so I do not have to diet than to go on a time restricted diet. So I am supposed to be on this no meat, no sweats diet for a week. Yeah, right. I got this nasty cold that just will not leave. I tried, ya'll. I did. I made some veggie soup that absolutely sucked! I do not understand how I made such a bomb curry chicken soup for someone else and it was so good only a week ago and now when I have to make it for myself, it is some garbage.

In other words I have totally bombed this diet! So I ate some chicken and some dairy which was stupid as hell. Now I have even more snot! I can't breath for nothing. Nyquil is a daggone joke. But all in all I must be doing something right. My stepdaughter decided after school she was going to take care of me! :0) Her intentions were good til she turned on the computer and Twitter was all she wrote. Am I the only one who gets super cranky when sick?

ba hum bug!

Wedding Diet Day One

hungry already. Today is the day i have edecided to cut meat, sigh, yes, even fish from my diet along with sweets for at least 10 days! I think I can do it, but I sure know I will be craving pasta and sweets is my downfall. basically, I am going o do the Daniel Fast. I really need to begin when I go grocery shopping in about a week and a half, but by then I am sure I will be one of two places: St. Elizabeth's mental ward or 5th District from having gone psycho on someone for not having any meat!

When I first got measured for my wedding dress I had lost a significant amount of weight because I was stressed out and honestly ready to end my relationship with Mr. C. I liked my size (  have basically been the same size since high school with less muscle tone the older I get. I miss my track body!). I digress. So now that I am back happy, I have what my friend Farran likes to call, "Happy Weight." I am happy all right. So happy that now I have to lose some of this happy weight. It is only about 5-7 pounds but I am no spring chicken according to my grandmother who, btw has been like the same size forever even after birthing seven kids and was trying to marry me off at 23. Thank God I did not marry who I was dating at 23! McKinney--whomp!

So, seeing as I am the head head cook in the family, they eat what I cook and it looks like salads, beans, tofu and stuff like that for at least the next week. If they don't like it they are more than welcomed to grocery shop, cook the entire dinner, and clean the kitchen all by their lonesome. It is either that or go hungry. I could care less. Can you tell I am cranky and hungry?

I have been taking my generic, orange, powdered fiber drink. I thought water and fiber were supposed to keep me full! These people are liars! humph! See this is why I try to maintain my weight in the first place. Gaining weight and feeling sluggish is selfish to not only me but to those around me. People can say what they want, but for ME, let me stress this for ME, my weight, skin and hair and nails are all reflected in  how I feel about myself and my health. I will also say this, as my pasta is overcooking on the stove: many Black women are born with the bodies those of other races long for and are willing to pay thousands of dollars for aka fake, full lips a la Lisa Rinna, Michelle Pfeiffer and probably all the housewives of Orange County, New Jersey or wherever; the big booty a la Serena Williams and Buffy the Body. And slim waists, hips and locs.

Lisa Rinna

So we are born with these bodies and and get the cat call, the stares and at times the looks and comments of disbelief. Then as we get older and have babies, we do nothing to maintain our temple. We get the apple shapes- not apple bottom! We get the booty do. All those clueless that is when one's stomach sticks out more than her booty do! LOL Unless you are pregnant, this should not be the case. Please shoot me if I get like that! Just the thought alone is enough to make me put down the pasta and pick up some weights! Is it possible to break a sweat even thinking about that? Cause Lord knows I am!

I am now making a public declaration that I will no longer eat after 7 pm. Mr. C works the graveyard shift so he may just have to get used to nixing our midnight calls.