So anyway, the past week or so, I've been implementing a new strategy. Every time I want to eat something, I ask myself, "is this worth being fat for?" Generally the answer is a resounding "no."
There are some foods that it might be worth being fat for. Sbarro pizza is one of those foods. Man, I love that stuff. I haven't had it in years, but I crave it regularly.
But on the whole, there really aren't many foods that it would be worth being fat for.
Another fun question that takes it up a notch is, "is this worth dying an early death of diabetes for?"
I don't know that even Sbarro pizza could justify an early death.
I'm currently having two problems that need to be filed in the "problems you shouldn't complain about having," folder.
First, my clothes don't fit. I really don't want to go out and buy more, at least until I drop another 10 pounds or so, but it might be a necessity because I'm getting sick of wearing the same two pairs of jeans and sundress. What I might do is wait until late August, and get myself a whole new wardrobe then, and pretend that I'm a kid and it's Back to School time. That'd be fun. I could get new notebooks, too, because Lord knows there's a shortage of paper in my house (i'm being facetious. I currently own over 60 blank notebooks, because blank notebooks call to me like cocaine calls to a hedge fund manager).
The second is that I now have wrinkles. Around my mouth and my eyes. They just appeared, out of nowhere. Talk about annoying. I guess I'll take it though. I'm sick of looking like a baby-faced-cherub anyway.
I guess that's it for now. Tomorrow is Harry Potter Day, and I'm trying to reread all the books and rewatch all the movies before seeing the final movie. It's a bit melancholy - no new Harry Potter books, or movies, ever again. So I'm making the most of this final Harry Potter Day. J thinks I'm a nerd, but the Gryffindor colors are still going to decorate the house. I don't care. If he gets too annoying, I've been practicing my Stupify spell.