No pain, no gain, right? Right.
Right enough anyway, though I suppose that would mean masochists are basically greedy. On second thought, that works. We’re sensation sponges.
I’m back on the diet wagon today. It’s been 2 months since the wedding ceremony, and between the relief that I no longer had to worry about squeezing into my gown and the weather getting colder, I’ve been eating everything in sight. I have been truly undisciplined. Hardly surprising following Thanksgiving, though my bad habits predated the holiday by a fair margin.
I’ve put on a few pounds, enough that I’ll soon completely run out of things to wear if I don’t remedy the situation. I gave away my bigger stuff this spring and refuse to buy new clothes.
I’m shifting my diet so radically that today will undoubtedly feel like I’m in the throes of drug withdrawal, but you know, I’m strangely happy about it. I’ve made a lot of progress in virtually every area of my life over the past few months, and the weight gain is the one development I’m not thrilled about. It’ll be good to nip it in the bud before it becomes a bigger problem.