Eight days until my life without food.
I took a day off from blogging to eat. Not really, just a very busy day in the desert where we experienced the biggest earthquake we had ever experienced. My heart was just pounding as the condo creaked and groaned around us. And then I thought, if I had to run I probably couldn't, not in my current physical state anyway. Just another reason why I need to give up food for a while.
Eight more days to go, what food can I fit in between now and then? A good steak, maybe. A pizza, boring. Homemade fried chicken, possibly. No matter what I choose I will most likely eat too much of it. I'll try to be good but make no promises.
Now I have to worry about my husband. I can't cook for him while I am doing this program, I just can't get that close to real food. We are both looking forward to losing some weight but I feel guilty about not cooking for him, I really enjoy it.
It's a wonder I get anything done the way my mind races!
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