So the "witching hour" is almost upon me--or the hours when it is hardest to stick with any diet. And to top it off, we are taking our oldest son (who is not on a mission) on his "night out" tonight. He wants to go to The Olive Garden. The true test of dedication (or the surest way to kill a diet) is to go to a Restaurant like that, especially when you are first starting your quest. So why do I punish myself like this???
Because I love my children. And there might be other things that force me to endure restaurants and holidays and other occasions where FOOD is the primary attraction as time goes on--things like dating my wife. She's as skinny as a rail! Why should I make her suffer? It seems the most special occasions of our lives are all surrounded, innundated, and buried with FOOD. Who decided that anyway? Probably been that way since Adam and Eve. In any case, I would never do such a thing on DAY TWO of a diet as difficult as this one if it wasn't for the sake of a child.
We're leaving in a few minutes. (Gulp.)
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ok i gotta say, that is the funniest name for a blog i've heard in quite a long time. i'm in no way laughing at you, i just find that to be an incredibly clever little name you came up with. ha ha, good luck with the weight loss!!
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