How did all my resolve melt away into to pretty much nine months of heavy eating and, yes, MORE pounds? No ready excuses, except to say that I? Love. Food. My faithful diet pal and loving sister, Melissa, and I decided in July that it would be wise to re-visit the land of medically supervised weight loss - if only to keep from dropping dead and leaving our children motherless - but due to the endless hoop-jumping required to get into the program, we celebrated the end of eating real food with a series of what can only be called Roman Food Orgies.
If you have never been overweight and have never felt the need to diet, well first let me just say...DIE. NOW. But seriously, if you have either been blessed with some sort of miraculous metabolism that actually allows you to eat yummy, cheesy goodness in mass quantities without also exploding out of your jeans, or you are one of those rare persons who has an internal meter that says, "Hey! You know, you have eaten enough now. The salad and three kidney beans you just consumed has made you full and happy - so stop eating!" you may not understand the need to bid adieu to every one of your favorite food haunts before beginning a serious diet. Let me lay that out for you...
Imagine, if you will, a party at which there is an international group of friends gathered to shout bon voyage as you prepare to sail off to a distant land. The tall, slim Italian is there. The creamy skinned Greek. The burly Southerner. There are representatives from every food culture on Earth, as well as one for each of the regions of the US. And you feel, deep within your soul, that you MUST bid each and every one of them a personal, and heartfelt, good-bye.
Yup. I personally ate my way through India (farewell creamy vegetable dish that I cannot pronounce!), Greece (Oh hummus! How I love you!), Italy (okay, we had to part company more than once - Alfredo! I will miss you! Stuffed shells! Don't be a stranger! Tortellini, keep in touch!), Thailand (Pad Prik Chicken, farewell!)...well, you get the picture. So the long good-bye from July to September 1st resulted in 10 more pounds of which I must now rid myself. Oh, but it was bliss while it lasted!
It is safe to say that I...might...have a small food addiction.
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