“One time I was a vegetarian for a week.”
Logical isn’t as fantastic as lunch. And all you can think of is how glorious lunch will be.
Here I am. Almost twenty three years old, and I still struggle day to day with my eating habits.
Eat nothing but pre-packaged frozen meals. Feel hungry after the five bites it takes you to finish your meal for the day.
When I say I don’t like pizza, I don’t mean I don’t like pizza. I mean I don’t like commitment.
The only message that these bloggers are sending out is that of rigidity and restriction.
“I am ready to be assaulted with flavor. Take me to the feeding chamber.”
They eat, but it means nothing.
Why cook tacos without salsa dancing in the kitchen while listening to Mariachi? Anytime I make spaghetti you can bet I’m prancing around my kitchen singing Mambo Italiano.
Now here’s the secret, it’s not about losing weight. That’s the hat. Everyone can wear a hat. I bet you’ve done it. The trick is keeping it off; that’s the rabbit.