eatthefrostingfirst

 Forward ahead or skip altogether this read if you are someone who is naturally fit, loves the gym, or has never dieted. The rest of you; feel free to join me in the first ever (first ever for me) no diet diet. For over the better part of 20 years (and when I say 20 I really mean 35), I have been dieting.  And if Im not dieting, I'm complaining.  To whoever will listen -that I cannot lose weight.  Or that I'm fat. Or that I need to be 20lbs thinner. PLEASE do not email me or comment that I CAN lose weight because I know clearly that I could. I just haven't. (And really I'm not so sure that I CAN on these freakin cancer meds but that's here nor there) (And menopause DOES NOT HELP) So yes, daily I hop on the scale, cry when it goes up, or celebrate when it goes down.  And then lather, rinse and repeat.  20 (35) years; I kid you not. So after thinking, reflecting, and chatting with BFF I decided- no diet diet.  I'm done. Goodbye Jenny, Marie Osmond, Oprah...

 So I follow a well known blog who has a Facebook  parent page.  I don’t know why I follow because many a day I sit and yell at the people commenting.  Not really, because I don’t respond in writing to them, but I usually yell to myself or to my husband (who isn’t really listening because he continually tells me not to read the comments or to not listen to people who I don’t know ) Truth. But I feel like I need to respond but since I refuse to get into banter with people on a parents page I will voice my issues here. Lucky you.  I have two children. Night and day. (Aka oldest and youngest ) I am one of two children. We are also night and day.  You may be the night to your day sibling also. Or maybe you birthed night and day (or maybe you have an afternoon kid thrown in there) You get my point. Square pegs don’t fit into round holes and last I heard; not all of us are round pegs. There is no right path. There is no “should” (except when stopping at a red lig...

  Last nights edition of what I ponder at 1am Why is my wedding dress- preserved in a box- still under my bed? I have no daughters and can’t see the future need for it but I, not only, can’t see myself opening the box, I can’t see myself ridding it either.  So it stays under my bed. Am guessing for another 20 years. I wonder what would’ve happened if the pandemic was in the 80s? There was no zoom back then. Would school have been cancelled for a year?  How would people have worked remotely? Silver lining: good thing this happened during advanced technological times. And lastly- why must my dog come see what I’m doing when I roll over in bed? She was dead asleep seconds ago.  And finally lastly (as opposed to just lastly)- If you get in 11000 steps and are all excited- don’t think you celebrate with chicken parm for dinner and then get mad that you didn’t lose weight- even tho you walked 5 miles.  Basically- stop dieting and live. I’ve spent 20 years dieting and ...

 I was getting ready for bed. Took my meds (cancer meds, vitamin d because my levels are low and magnesium citrate because I have massive restless leg issues these days)  (Restless leg is totally real by the way) Brushed my teeth  Put in my retainers (because at almost 53 I spent a year in Invisalign and now I’m wearing retainers like my two teenagers) I can’t see how to fix the floss that fell off the spool so need to grab my glasses.  I get into bed and fix the weighted blanket (which helps with my restless legs). I reshape my body pillow (which I’ve used since I was pregnant with oldest ) (almost 18 years)  and get situated.  I kiss DH goodnight and after a few seconds started to get a hot flash and needed to kick off weighted blanket and roll over.  The body pillow needs to move sides with me and the blanket is so damn heavy I’m wrestling to move it over, I then break out in laughter. I’m talking uncontrollable giggles.  The whole scene is out...