I am over her.
I still have the trophy from our diet class. I can give it to someone to give it to her. I can lose weight on my own. If I keep going to our church, the scales are in the bathroom. I don't need to go to class anymore. I know how to make diet crap with sugar-free Jell-O and diet Cool Whip.
I have this urge to do some extreme dieting. And exercise. I want to be skinny again so bad.
I guess I will have to wear a rubber band and pop myself when I want food.
Once I get my dentures, I will have more options for food. Salads delicious salads. Watermelon will be in season soon. I can actually eat stuff without having to gum it to death.
I am going to be skinny.
If it kills me.
I will post my losses here. No one needs to know how much I weigh. Let's just say I gained back what I lost a few years ago.
I will use the 1972 WW plan (just click to see it) and add in a few stipulations:
- No Sugars
- No Starches
- No Seconds
- No Excuses
I will walk up and down my street, using my walker. I will start going to water classes at the Y. I will watch TV while pouncing on my big pink ball.
I will do it.
I promise myself. I can't disappoint myself.