Okay, perhaps not the past five minutes, but at least since I woke up this morning. and it’s killing me. Usually the SECOND I tell myself to cut back on the eating and up the ante on the exercise, I want to consume.
Right before our reception I salad and veggie’d it up. One night I told Sir LAA, “The night we get back from our honeymoon, I want a pizza and some wine.” I’m not kidding you. Why didn’t I just blurt out “I know we’re going away on vacation and eating our hearts out on foreign food that will make love to my mouth and tastebuds, but dear God, I need a round greasy cheesy pepperoni’d pie to shut my soul down!”
What is it with me lately? No, I’m not pregnant. and honestly, I’m doing pretty well on my weight. I would like to drop another 5 lbs again, but who doesn’t. I notoriously gain weight in the summer…is it the pressure of bikini season I wonder? When winter hits, I actually LOSE weight, because why? Sweaters will hide bulk and I don’t need to lose anything.