It's been a rough few days, which is why I have not posted. I have been very ill with the flu and if I still have a fever tomorrow, then I am going to the doctor. I am going to try like hell to make it into the office tomorrow mainly because I am sick of being in my house. I fell off the wagon mid-day Friday because I was so sick and exhausted. My logic being that 500 calories was no way to get well. I haven't had much of an appetite but I did eat some comfort foods and I had some soup and OJ, which I firmly believe to be key to getting well. I am feeling a little bit better though and I am bound and determined to start fresh tomorrow and fast for the next couple of weeks.
I'll let you know tomorrow if I have H1N1! In the meantime, please enjoy my favorite dieter's poem written by Judith Viorst
"Starting on Monday"
Starting on Monday I'm living on carrots and bouillon.
Starting on Monday I am bidding the bagel adieu.
I'm switching from Hersheys with almonds to guant and anemic,
And people will ask me could that skinny person be you.
I'll count every calorie from squash (half a cup, 47)
To Life Saver (8), stalk of celery (5), pepper ring (2),
Starting on Monday.
Starting on Monday I'll jog for a mile in the morning.
(That's after the sit-ups and push-ups and touching my toes.)
The gratification that I once used to see in lasagna
I'll find on the day that I have to go buy smaller clothes.
I'll turn my attention from infantile pleasures like Clark Bars
To things like the song of a bird and the scent of a rose,
Starting on Monday.
Starting on Monday my will be stronger than brownies,
And anything more than an unsalted egg will seem crude.
My inner-thigh fat and my upper-arm flab will diminish.
My cheeks will be hollowed, my ribs will begin to protrude.
The bones of my pelvis will make their initial appearance-
A testament to my relentless abstention from food,
Starting on Monday.
But Tuesday a friend came for coffee and brought homemade muffins.
And Wednesday I had to quit jogging because of my back.
On Thursday I read in the paper an excess of egg yolk
Would clog up my vessels and certainly cause an attack.
On Friday we ate at the Goldfarbs. She always makes cream sauce,
And always gets sulky if people don't eat what she makes.
On Saturday evening we went with the kids to a drive-in.
I begged for a Fresca but all they were selling were shakes.
On Sunday my stomach oozed over the top of my waist band,
And filled with self-loathing, I sought consolation in pie
And the thought that Onassis could bribe me with yachts and with emeralds
But still I'd refuse to taste even a single French fry....
Starting on Monday.
Obviously, that is circa the late 60's- in fact my autographed copy is dated 1971 but even though the diet foods have changed, the eternal struggle to diet has not!