My Name Is Skinny Guy
And I'm a carboholic. I've been on a two month bender that has seen me sabotage all of my attempts to get back on track. There is usually no shortage of baked goods present in the house, but I'm usually able to avoid them because they're the boxed, over-processed variety of store bought junk, and they don't usually appeal to me.
But throughout the holiday season, my wife went on a baking spree that pushed me past my ability to control myself. Lord knows, she did her best to protect me from myself, but I was determined to commit carbocide.
Once I plowed through all the good stuff, I showed even less self control and started eating all the crappy stuff I could get my hands on as well. Even as long ago as last night I was popping boxed mini-donuts into my pie hole.
So as of this posting, I'm going to try to put the brakes on. Again.
"Persistence, not perfection."
11 comments:
Hi! My name is Kathy and I belong in the seat just to your left! lol
Carbs are definitely my thing...especially when combined with a fat which all the good ones are!
It definitely must be a winter thing. I didn't care about the cookies, cakes, breads, etc. during summer, but now that it's cold out, it seems the breads and cookies are all I want.
Well, I made it through the rest of the day without binging on anything. And I tried out a new chili recipe that may wind up replacing my old one! I'll post about it later in the week.
Oh skinny guy, we have all been there and done that.
You can do it Skinny - back to the basics that worked for you before.
"Persistence, not perfection."
I love it!
I just carbed out last night... so I know what you mean!
Hi Skinny Guy,
Hang in there! You've beaten the carb addiction before, you can do it again.
Robin
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Get back onto that wagon, and start telling your fans how you did it.......
Saw this and thought of you:
An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey .
> He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but
> it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.
>
> His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison.
> The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his
> predicament:
>
> Dear Vincent,
> I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't
> be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just
> getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if
> you were here my troubles would be over.. I know you
> would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old
> days.
> Love, Papa
>
> A few days later he received a letter from his
> son..
>
>
> Dear Pop,
> Don't dig up that garden. That's where
> the bodies are
> buried.
> Love,
> Vinnie
>
>
> At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police
> arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any
> bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
>
>
> That same day the old man received another letter from his
> son.
>
> Dear Pop,
> Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I
> could do under the circumstances.
>
>
>
>
>
Thanks, everyone. I'm back, at least for today. I'll worry about tomorrow after the alarm clock goes off in the morning.
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