Nothing is right when my “fat pants” are too tight. I have bad-hair days, my eyelids sag, my skin is dry, and my wrinkles are deeper. I toss clothes all over the bed, ripping them off trying to find “something to wear.” It looks like I’ve done deep closet cleaning once I find a shirt I can wear in public. I hate it, but apparently I don’t hate it enough. Grrrrr…. Teri Reynolds I need a shot of “what the hell is wrong with you?”
There are several ways to lose weight. My problem is I’ve been mixing diets, a little bit of Weight Watchers, a little of South Beach, and a little of Common Sense.
Common sense is the most dangerous approach. Common Sense affords me freedom to rationalize. I mix all the approaches. I can eat just about anything if I eat it in moderation. If I weren’t a sugar addict this diet might work. Good or bad stress causes an increase in my sugar cravings. With my addictive personality, I don’t do well with cravings. Generally, I give up the Common Sense diet once I’m disgusted with my weight gain while dieting.
Today I’m switching to South Beach with a planned cheat Friday evening then right back to South Beach on Saturday. So…here goes. I’ll keep a food log for a few days. Off to the scale. Scary.