Dear Ever Listening Diary,
Diet. “Die” with a ‘t’. You know how I feel about diets — Don’t. Ever. The Dictionary of Cheese (which I totally did not just make up) defines a diet thusly:
Diet /’dī-it/: A medical condition in which one denies himself good and nutritious food. Accompanying tells of this condition: Death and death-like symptoms.
However, the last time I stepped on a scale I found I have put on some unwanted pounds. And as I do not wish to look like this:
I now will have to go on a diet. Balls. -_-
But I can do this, right? All I have to do is wake up, do some light exercises, cut out on those eggs and have whole wheat breads instead, reduce the amount I eat at lunch, eat dinner earlier and fit in some exercise during the day. Yeah… yeah! I can do this!
… God, I am so hungry right now…
[Image by kind courtesy of fatcatludo]