Yesterday I failed terribly at dieting. We’d been shopping for work wear, and there was a Burger King next door. Having not eaten breakfast, and only a protein bar for lunch, a burger was way too tempting. Before I could stop myself, we ordered and ate the new, and expensive, Original Double Cheeseburger Maximum (maximum being the clue). It was the size of a side plate! It was really delicious, which took the edge off the guilt. To try and prevent total dietary disaster, we didn’t eat dinner.
I don’t want my diet to fail. I fantasize about being slim again, like I was in my youth, but fantasies are dangerous. It’s too easy to get caught up in the dream of being slim, but not take concrete action. It’s the same with writing. It’s all very well dreaming of being published, for example, but a fantasy is not enough. Actions, even small things like this blog, are required.
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