After my last post, my body started to have a dramatic and increasingly violent reaction to the fast. Jen roped me into seeing a lesbian movie. The situation was deteriorating. I went to bed.
When I got up in the morning I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if I should start the fast routine or make a cup of coffee. I checked my email, and there was Ms. Gottlieb telling me to eat something. I decided this was the voice of reason. What am I? A hippie?
My more modest new year’s resolution is to stop drinking diet coke and get back on weight watchers.
I am disappointed in myself. I am normally able to muscle through anything, no matter how unpleasant. But the deal breaker was that I could not stand the idea of drinking another one of those “green juices”. The whole thing reminded me of when I was pregnant. I was sick the first three months. But I still tried to eat fruits and vegetables because the books said that I should. To this day, I can’t stand the sight of cantaloupe.
I am brewing another cup of coffee, and making some weight watcher’s soups. How are your New Year’s Resolutions going?