So a few years ago I was reading the People Magazine New Year's edition-- you know the "I LOST HALF MY SIZE" issue that they put out when they have ran out cover stories about the Angelina Jolie/Jennifer Aniston/Brad Pitt love triangle.
Anyway, I read about the South Beach diet and decided to try it out. I lost 15 pounds and went from a size 8 to size 4 in about 6 weeks (and, yes, I do get most of my health and beauty advice from People magazine). Fast forward a few years-- and I have a pretty super sized muffin on top of my "skinny" size 8 jeans. damn-it.
I went to Mexico in April and spent the whole month prior to my trip running on the damn treadmill (getting up to 4 miles a day) and I think I may have lost only like 4 pounds. Frustrating! I hate my 42 year old worn out metabolism.
Since I don't have 14 hours a day to work out like this ho,
(That is what she claims.)
I thought I would try that damn south beach diet again this week. So that is what I did on Monday.
If I can remember right, the 3rd day is the hardest-- then your cravings for refined carbs are supposed to diminish after that point. It had damn well better. I just ate about 914 pounds of vegetables dipped in hummus and what I really want to do right this second is eat a can or two of Pringles and run someone over with a truck or smoke a cigarette and kick a baby. One or the other. Crap.
Wish me luck Chuck.
My anniversary is coming up at the end of August and I want to be somewhere in a bathing suit.