I didn't run today OR do Jillian Michals, but I DID get my heart pumping. Tomorrow I will run for sure, but Jillian, no promises. Commitment to her DVD feels a little bit like cliff-diving. I know it will be great when I finally jump off--but that is the key: jumping off.
My school of thought for dieting says "Eat a treat, but only once a day, and just a tiny bit." The daily indulgence has been a few squares of chocolate--that is until Easter came around. Did you know you can get sick of chocolate? Just try eating a bite of Cadbury Egg every day from Valentine's to Easter--you will understand. Now my wicked wonder is powdered doughnuts. Here's my dilemma: I have no control around powdered doughnuts. "Just eat two, then close the box." No dice. Then I said, "If I buy the 6-peice package, cheating would only cost me four more doughnuts instead of a baker's dozen." The marketing people at Hostess know exactly what they are doing. They do not make the skinny cellophane to keep the doughnuts fresh for the next day. The snowy dumplings are meant to be devoured!! And it is no coincidence that the pack of six is much fluffier and expensive than the box. Bottom line: this fat brat cannot eat powdered doughnuts—at least not more than maybe once a week. Unfortunately for me, and the Hostess stock-holders, the perfect portion doughnut would only be a little larger than a dime. Not quite enough to make cheating worth it. But be sure that my dreams will be full of doughnut clouds and powdered sugar thunderstorms—pure Heaven.