OK, blogosphere, here's where you help me instead of me inspiring you. I'm in a rut. A rut the size that Rosie O'Donnell would make if she fell over into wet sand. Bigger even. Like a Redskins-sized rut. I watched last night's blowout on the downstairs TV b/c my brother came over to watch the game with me, and I ended up the night on Pantry Inventory Duty somehow. (Let's see, popcorn? Check. Cookies? Check. Crackers? Check. Soft pretzel? Check...)
I don't, as Dave suggests as a possibility, think it's indicative of anything larger than just a love of food. Sweet, salty, fatty food. Why was I not born with a love of celery??
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Here's some inspiration for you - no poker night for every week you "cheat" on your diet. If it's really bad, no football on Sunday! That should be some good incentive. Hang in there - stay strong and keep your eye on the prize!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great idea! Then I'd have all the poker guys on my butt as well since they'd want to play!
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