This Monday will be 11 weeks since I started this whole "low carbie" diet and I have to tell you, I don't think I have lost much more than 250 opportunities to eat me some good pesto pasta, some wonderful Carabbas garlic mashed potato's and much , much more. I was reading an article recently where the author said whenever she flies, she always first gets herself a bag of Cheetos for the flight. The way she figures it, "if she's is going down, at least she will have herself some "orange" crunch for the trip". And I have to say, I like the way she thinks! But statics will show that you really run more of a risk on a car trip than a plane ride, so I am thinking about putting a few bags in the backseat- just in case!
The week-end before starting my "diet", I of course had plenty of Cheetos, both the "puffs" and the "crunchy". I just can't decide which is my favorite, but I do know that I really enjoy either with a side of Jack and Diet, Yeah, now we're talking! If you throw in a new episode of Weeds, or the latest Star tabloid, I will think to myself, "Self, it just doesn't get any better than this". But then "self" will wonder if I fully engaged the lock on the trailer door- I know, I know! But what I am talking about here people, is the real me. I just love licking all that orange crap off my fingers! But, alas, there has not been anything orange in my life for weeks now and I hardly miss it. I think about them sometimes, much like an old friend, someone you knew you shouldn't really be hanging out with and cutting it off cold turkey was really the only way to go. Of course, there are other "old friends" I miss too. Losing an old pal like Krispy Kreme was borderline traumatizing. I mean, you just can't ignore that blinking sign- "Hot Donuts Now", that is what the sign reads, but you know what it really means, don't you? What it really whispers in my ear after gently smoothing my hair is, "Mary, we have missed you. Come on in, you know you have missed us terribly and we want you to know we are here for you sweetie. Come on, order up five of the softest, warmest, sugar coated lovelies. No one will ever have to know, you can finish us off in the car"... Yes. Those old friends are murder, but luckily for me, I am on a roll- yeah, not great big, fat yeast roll, like the kind my favorite Italian restaurant serves, but a real roll, as in gaining some momentum with this "low carb" deal.
