A few semi-related thoughts as I plan this week’s menus
I am fucking accomplished in every other area of my life. Why can’t I control what I put in my mouth? And why do I order a second demi-carafe of wine when I know I’m going to regret the calories the next morning?
A colleague whom I respect greatly made an offhand comment to me about being on a diet. She’s an accomplished leader, mother, cook, superwoman. If she’s not embarassed to admit in public that she’s watching her weight, WTF should I?
I could use some encouragement and accountability. I’m struggling (clearly), but I’m still unwilling to go back to posting daily calories. This is a public blog, and because it doubles as a food and recipe blog, I’m not interested in sharing my failures with my coworkers and distant friends. I have enlisted my husband in a minor way, but I’m sure I can do better.
I do not like how society normalizes behaviors that are disordered in skinny people but encouraged for us fatties.