No, not that one. Diet season. You know, that season between big, bulky clothes and (eeeek) shorts, sleeveless shirts, and (gasp) swim suits.
By now, the New Year resolutions have pretty much faded by the wayside. A 3-month-at-a-glance calendar says you’ll be changing out the clothes in the closet much sooner than you think, especially when you look outside and it’s snowing. But I’m planning ahead. Not really. I’m just not sure I can continue to fit in those big, bulky clothes for another month or two and, if not, I’m in real trouble.
I’ve done the Keto diet in the past because the recipes are pretty good, you don’t feel hungry, and I can get my husband on board. But that’s part of the problem. Why are the Gods so against me that they allow him to lose 15 pounds in 3 weeks, and all I do is pick up a pound or two of those he left lying around for me to trip over?
I eat the same food (and less of it). I run around as much as he does. I do chores. It’s just not fair (fill in the sounds of whining and whimpering here). I know what you’re thinking, too. You’re wondering where the daily trips to the gym are in this scenario. Me too. Well, not really wondering because I know I hate going to the gym. I hate “group” events. I don’t want to be around people when I’m wearing my workout clothes. I just don’t. So there.
But we are dieting. I have to cook fresh food each and every night. But I’m hoping to be within a week or so of going down two pounds and only bouncing up one, rather than the other way around. Have any of you tried a Keto diet, and if so, what did you think?
And no, those aren't my feet. My dear, sweet hubby calls mine Hobbit feet. We will not go into details.