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Moderation. Slow but steady.

Being over weight is bad for your health. I almost had a freakin’ heart attack when I stepped on the scales this morning. Once I regained my composure and made my way down the hall I knew one thing for certain. There would be no moderation. No sensible. No slow but steady. I could loose a pound or two per week but I’ll have to step on the scales again next week and this time it might be the big one. I could die from moderation and I’m not much of a risk taker.

I’m going on the green diet. Cucumbers, celery, and green tea to be exact. That’s all I’m eating until I have lost at least 5 pounds. I chose this diet because those were the only vegetables that didn’t look like crap in the grocery store. It’s a bad time of year for produce. The advantage of cucumbers and celery is they are supposed to be tasteless so I won’t be disappointed when they are tasteless. The advantage of green tea is I already drink green tea. If I’m feeling really rebellious I might throw in an occasional apple or banana. We’ll have to see.

It’s been going good so far. I’m four hours into the diet and I haven’t cheated once, unless you counted the handful of frosted mini wheats I grabbed and ate before I remembered I was on a diet. I promised the kids homemade pizza for dinner tonight and I might have a slice of that but nothing else. Except maybe a SMALL bowl of the cookie dough ice cream in the freezer. That would be a one or two time thing. And isn’t there some chipotle chedder in the fridge. I haven’t had a grilled cheese in awhile…

This morning, when I woke up, there was a tiny little fruit fly swimming in the pot of tea I made last night. I stuck my finger in and scooped her up. She was waterlogged but still alive. I blew the tea away from her and watched as she slowly dried out. After a few minutes she started crawling around but her wings were still too wet to fly. I held up my other index finger and she crawled onto it. I was waiting for her to fly away. I wanted her to fly. She walked about ¼ an inch across my finger then she stopped moving. I waited a few seconds but it was clear. She had died. I tapped my finger on the side of the pot that holds my dwarf lime tree. She disappeared beneath the leaves.  It was the only fruit plant I had and it seemed right.  Then I went and made a new pot of tea.  MyHusband sat on the couch and scratched his head and grinned at me.  Apparently that’s why he loves me so much.  Who knew?