Here are things I’m saying no to during my training.
- Booze (okay, I’m MOSTLY saying no to booze. I am allowing myself to have a Bourbon and Coke Zero on occasion. Or if I really want a beer, I’ll have Michelob Ultra because it only has 95 calories and 2.5 carbs.)
- Fanny packs–I mean really, I love me some CK, but a fanny pack? I just can’t go there.
- Soda–I’ve pretty much given it up completely. I had a Bourbon and Coke Zero the other day, but that’s the only soda I’ve had in 3 weeks. Not bad for someone who used to drink 6 diets a day.
- Being a mother–I swear, I can’t be a mother and work out on the same days. so I’m giving up on the kids completely It’s really for the best.
- Cooking–It’s damn near impossible to cook real food and have anyone in the house eat it but me and Fishdog. So screw it. They can open up a can of Ravioli.
Okay, I’m mostly kidding except for the fanny pack thing. That one I’m definitely never gonna wear. Ever. No matter how much I love CK and no matter how many of them she thinks she’s gonna send me, it ain’t happenin’.
I’ll be home cleaning today. Loads of fun. I have some friends coming over for a birthday gathering for my bff from high school. Wine, dessert, and a movie. I’m baking an apple pie. I can say that tonight, I will not be able to Just Say No. I’m pretty sure I’ll be saying, “Okay, just one bite.” or “Maybe just one glass.”
Tags: diet, fanny packs
*I’m pretty sure I’ll be saying, “Okay, just one bite.” or “Maybe just one glass.”*
Which is a good thing. Otherwise, the next day you’re standing in the kitchen eating the whole damn pie or drinking a six-pack of diet. Just do the portion control thang and enjoy. Sounds like fun.
Elen is all kinds of smart. Listen to her.
And you are so jealous of my fanny pack. I don’t even call it a “waist pack” because I’m using it to cover my ginormous fanny. It’s like a bandaid on a battleship.
bank calories like i do! totally unhealthy and not good fer ya but it works, lol