Over millions, upon millions have these words falling from their mouths at the crack of midnight on new years eve. Perhaps not exactly at the turn of the hour, minute or second. But soon after they realized they have just made out with some complete stranger, have the essence of "barf" breathe in their mouths, and have hugged several toilets before their journey of passing out, they than can say I think my new year's resolution is......
So unlike every American I decided to start loosing weight before the new year, Dec 29 to be exact. I figured hey why not get a head start to snatch all those "Fresh" veggies, and salads that we all crave and loose the fat. Actually after watching myself slowing but surely increase the numbers on my white platinum scale that we have on our shiny metallic tile, I began to see my eyes bulge in fear almost terror, of knowing the inevitable was happening. My wedding dress was not going to fit.
Would it be possible to unleash all the buttons with just the inch or release of breathing. Would it be possible to not breathe for over an hour? I guess that's not really possible so I decided to go on my journey of not eating carbs. Some would think this is almost barbaric, a tragedy, like death, how could you do this to your body, what are you thinking type of event.... Well I did. For a week and half I've been doing low carb, no more than 20 grams a day.. up until today.
The day started off normal, wake up, get a shower, watch a little Ellen, do a little jig, and go to the gym, to work, etc... So today was my day off, I slept a little longer, and lurked around my apartment until the hunger in my stomach told me I NEEDED CARBS...With this feeling, images of burgers, french fries, candy, cake, potatoes, mashed potatoes, twice baked potatoes, did I mention cake? O yes, milk shakes, and these lovely things from GOD called Mocha shakes from a coffee shop Port City Java, and along with all these images came in and out image of the greatest chicken sandwich you can think of. Chick-fil-a. Why was it so great, it's rich natured white breasted chicken drenched in oil with the hint of seasoning, caressed into a buttery succulent bun that is adored with a simplistic pickle that cradles all these flavors into one, and not only do you get such of an array of flavors waiting to jump into your mouth, you can also have the great feeling of a waffle fry.
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My New Year's resolution has been broken, years of tradition gone to waste. Now what.. What can I show for myself? Well, those 9 pounds I lost will probably come rushing back into my waist line and that glorious scale that is my bathroom. And now, I feel terrible.
My stomach feels like it's going to explode with the thought of anything coming near it. My mouth is dry thirsting for water because of the amount of sugars that hit it were so unbearable it doesn't know whether to salivate or dehydrate itself. Not only does my stomach hurt, I'd like to vomit all this crap up but unfortunately that would classify my eating habits as a medial condition. So for now,I'll wallow in my depressed state of mind of how eating away your new year's resolution is not worth it.
When you get those cravings and all those glorious pictures of everything you "think" you want and can't have...read my post and it'll be your saviour of not breaking your new year's resolution. Now I have to start all over again, and drain my body of the 100 grams I had within a lunch period. Not fun. Don't try it, and stay with your program.
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