Just for curiosity’s sake I wondered what I was up to last year at this time, and want to know something funny? I was on South Beach Phase 2 this exact same time last year. Oh, and for about 10 posts in a row I droned on and on about how I was… if you’ve been reading my blog for that long I bet you guys wanted to shove a donut in my mouth and tell me to shut up, huh? Oh, and I totally laughed because I trashed P’s old boyfriend Z in one post. It was before they were dating so it was legitimate, right? I LOVE that man now. Funny how much changes in a year… apparently except for my South Beach cycle, that is.
So day two has gone just fine. No major temptations. I do have to say, though, last night I came close to a slip up. Will came home with all sorts of goodies: sour apple straw gummies, sour covered coke bottle gummies, and cherry gummies. I just looked at him as if he were a complete idiot, “Are you kidding me!? You know I’m on South Beach, right??” Do you think husbands do this stuff on purpose, or do it just because they really honestly completey forgot that their wife is going INSANE and on a really restrictive diet for 1-2 weeks? You know, I’d like to say it’s the first thing, but between you and me- I think it’s the second thing.
Why is it that God made men incredibly forgetful but women able to remember the color of their shirt the night they got engaged. Heck- we can even remember the color of our shirt the night our best friend’s cousin’s sister got engaged.
We
Never
Forget.
How strange. I guess it’s a balance thing.
The gummies are sitting in the cabinet right now, but I’m still holding strong. Mmm, cucumbers. Delicious!
Uh- did I mention if I go back to my equilibrium at the end of this week I’m going straight into Phase 2 and tossing the second week of Phase 1 in the can?
Okay, enough about Phase 2435 and gummy worms and forgetful husbands.
The truth is that I just felt like posting and thought it was funny that I was going through the exact same thing this time last year. Only then, Will was doing it with me. I don’t have to tell you how much easier it is to stick to something when your husband is tagging along.
Although- between you and me- it’s slightly more fun to be able to complain about absolutely everything: from how I’m annoyed about him bringing home crap to eat, all the way to how it drives me crazy that he picks sock lint out of his feet all because he’s not participating and I’m on a diet and fully allowed free reign to complain. I’m probably the only wife in the world that does that though, right?
Welcome home!!! :D i know it’s random but i didn’t get to tell you the other day. i sympathize with you on the diet thing. i’m not doing south beach but my stereotypical new years res is to be healthy and shrink a little. (hopefully) my gym here in stilly has a pilates class twice a week and i love it. i’ve been eating healthier although i haven’t COMPLETELY cut out all the sweets. hey, i’ve got to “phase out” the chocolate, i can’t just go cold turkey. anyways, i’m glad you had a good vacation. and let me just tell you, i’ve been cracking up over the in law posts. marriage totally makes you sympathize with those things too! ;D