That thought has crossed my mind once or twice in these several weeks since I wrote my very first blog. I almost forgot what I named it. That's not a promising sign. Sorry, to you all who've been waiting for more! And thank you Mr. Burly for your blogging etiquette advice, I took it to heart. However, I hope you don't mind my often use of symbols, such as -- and ... .
Anyhoo... Kevin and I began our first, official diet together. We don't make good food choices, or exercise appropriate portion control. But I think that the root of it all, is that we simply love food. The tastes, smells, sights, and preparations that go into a meal are a real joy for us.
We gave up breads and refined sugars. So, I've been eating a lot of salad lately -- which, with the right salad dressing, can be a marvelous thing. But I find myself dreaming of McDonald's french fries. Often.
I've done a little research on the topic of dieting over the years, being interested in helping the individuals who go to extremes, and it amazes me how many people are consumed with the desire to look differently. Almost everyone falls into this category, myself included. So now that we've entered this arena, I'm getting a personal perspective on the mindsets, restrictions, rewards, and travails of dieting.
I'll write more later. This artificially flavored chocolate rice cake is calling my name, and it's going to be yummy...
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face it, you don't have a blog.
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