Diets Suck

You all know what happens next: the Diet (with a capital D).

Here's what a diet is: you get rid of all the junk food in the house, you toss out the soft drinks and go to straight water (bleh), you drink coffee instead of eating breakfast, and you go around grouchy all day because you're hungry. Then you order a large Pepperoni and Jalepeno pizza for supper :-).

But seriously. But I WAS being serious!

Well, here's how it's actually going:

I drink coffee for breakfast. Eat a good lunch. Eat a low-calorie/low fat supper (tuna fish sandwiches made with fat-free mayonaisse are good there). Go to bed hungry. Get up ready to snap my colleagues heads off.

The only good news is that the ten pounds is gone. The bad news is that Christmas is coming, and you all know what that means: fruitcake, ham, lard-encrusted dressings, the works.

So it looks like I'm going to usher in the new year with yet another one of those stupid resolutions: Lose ten pounds. Ugh. Meaning yet another month of my colleagues thinking I mutated into Mr. Hyde.

Diets suck.