Can you hear the screaming? I am saying “No” to Fried Chicken Tuesdays at my favorite restaurant: Big Jones. It’s been all I’ve been thinking of today: “Mmm, fried chicken at Big Jones tonight… It’s Fried Chicken Tuesday at Big Jones!… I can’t wait till five o’clock! (when the dinner menu starts)
And just as I was prepared to get ready to go and gorge myself, I actually stopped and thought about it.
Do I really need fried chicken tonight?
Uh… not really…
I’ve been good lately.
I ate scrambled eggs for breakfast (twice – with cheese) while in Ottawa. That’s enough. A yummy salad would do me just right tonight. I worked hard on July 4th dancing and sweating. My knees hurt. Plus, I am tired of trying to cover my body with too much clothing in this heat. I have to get serious and lose this weight. And I have to take it one urge at a time. I have to act like the drug addict who has to stay away from the junk.
Yesterday I was dying for McDonald’s and asked my cab driver to take me to the drive-thru on my way home from the airport!!! BUT, as we approached the Mickey D’s I changed my mind.
You know what? I don’t need to go to McDonald’s. I’m fat.
My driver burst out laughing. Good for you!
Then he proceeded to tell me about his weight struggle since childhood.
When I got home I talked to a dear cousin who has struggled with obesity her entire life. She has lost sixty pounds since January. Awesome. I can’t wait to get going on this healthy living thing.
Tonight: No fried chicken.
I survived! I had yummy roasted sweet carrots and brussel sprouts and turkey breast. And I loved it. Felt so healthy!!! It’s still early…
I got the bizness from my doctor..lose some weight around my middle or risk high blood presure. It’s already in the danger zone. So, here I go to the gym…ugh.