Weighty Issues: Day 12

I've decided to strike the word 'diet' from my vocabulary.  It's negative.  It's all about depriving yourself and being miserable.  And it includes the word 'die' in it, which is never good.

I'm not in the midst of a diet--I'm in the midst of a lifestyle change.  I don't really like that phrase either (to me it sounds all snobby or something) but that's what it truly is.  My lifestyle wasn't bad before, it just needed a little tweeking.  Like Tom Hanks tells Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail, "I'm in the middle of a project that needs a little tweeking."  That's me.

I don't like to think of my pre-diet lifestyle as being bad.  It was just old.  It was fine when I was 10.  It was still working for me when I was 20.  But something happened when I turned 30.  All of those years of eating all of the sweetst that I wanted finally caught up with me--in my butt.

So here I am, 12 days later, still on my non-diet diet.  People, I've never done that before.  12 days might not sound like a lot, but for me it's a new record.  I'm not sure what "clicked" this time, what it was that finally made me want to change, but this time is really different.

Just the mere fact that I haven't had any sugar--none, nada, zip--for 12 days amazes me.  I'm actually quite proud of myself.  I even managed to bake and decorate the Monkey's birthday cake without so much as a taste!  I'm not saying it was the easiest thing that I've ever done, but I made it through.  It's been a bumpy ride, but I'm still on the wagon.

Here's the cake that I didn't eat...
  
Here's me with the birthday boy and the Golfer, not eating the cake...


Here's the birthday boy enjoying his cake...

Thank goodness someone did.

Speaking of which, I'm off to workout.  I have more body parts that need "tweeking."