I started you in the hopes that I could finally make sense of why I cannot shed these
But I have to be honest here, food diary. You have done nothing to curtail my appetite and in fact, I am obsessed with food now more than ever (if that is even remotely possible). You sit there, judging me, waiting for me to eat a family-sized bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos so that I have to hang my head in shame and write it down.
Well no more food diary.
I will find another way.
It may or may not include eating less and possibly working out, but until scientific research proves that that is really and truly and for sure, without the slightest bit of doubt or trace of uncertainty, where the margin of error is zero, absolutely positively the ONLY way to do it, I am leaving my options wide open (no pun intended).
And by the way.
The other night, I baked a dozen banana muffins, ate more than half, and didn't write it down.
Because you are fired.
And because, according to my kindergarten curriculum, bananas are a green light food and