There's bound to be much overlap between my Examiner articles and this blog, but that's because there are some subjects that I need to address at a more personal level. I'm very limited on what I can say over there. I have to be more objective and factual, and here I can bore you all to death with every wisp of wordage that can be created by my formerly carb-ravaged mind. Frightening thought.
I've boiled a monstrous number of eggs this morning so that I can make my infamously spiced egg salad. I am back on induction, friends. I have succumbed to what Atkins referred to as "carb creep." At one of my favorite restaurants yesterday, I ordered a slice of sugar-free fruit pie that they serve with sugar-free whipped cream...and I ate the crust. Yep. I have also been noshing on onion rings. Yep. Too much low-carb junk food and too many sugar alcohols have slid down my gullet. To add insult to injury, I don't exercise any more.
I definitely do know better than this. I keep complaining about feeling terrible and gaining some weight back, and yet I do little about it. Well, to borrow an over-used phrase, I'm mad as (bleep) and I'm not going to take it anymore!
I know what to do. I know why I do it. I know the consequences of not doing it. I saw the many, many morbidly obese women at the restaurant yesterday, and I knew that it wouldn't take much for me to look like that again. Erk. It's time to turn purist.
We all go through this at some point. I know a woman who is a rabid Suzanne Somers diet fanatic, and even she is developing love handles. I, of course, have love levers, so it is definitely time to get more serious.
By the way, if you haven't seen the movie Up, I highly recommend it. I'm surprised that one of the main characters is an obese "boy scout," who eats too much sugar. Maybe it's time for him to get serious, too.