Okay, believe it or not, I am actually NOT perfect. Sometimes, I get grumpy, lazy, and I even cheat on my diet…sometimes. I miss the days when I could just eat whatever I wanted and how ever much I wanted. Papa called my “chow hound” and that summed it up. But those days are gone and now I am left to struggle to get down to a better running weight. A weight where I just feel better.
I was doing so well today. I had my morning latte, my JC hot cereal, and even the wretched tasting anytime bar. I like the peanut butter version, but the other bar this week. Yuck. Anyhow, we had a potluck today at work. I have no idea why. Someone said that it was sort of a “last supper” thing.
Well, I had forgotten my contribution so I figured that I just wouldn’t participate. I busied myself in my office. I even had a real problem that I needed to take care. Then, on the way to the copy machine, I was called over to the feast by my new boss. “JU-LIEEE, arn’t you going to eat?” I was caught. You see everyone was sitting there staring at me and there is NO way that they would understand why I am trying to lose weight. They have no idea what lurks beneeth my clothing – the rolls, and bulges.