I am full of good intentions, regularly and frequently. I know I should probably be 10-15 lbs lighter than I am. I also know that if I simply gave up wine, or alcohol in general I would actually have to do very little else to lose this weight. And at various times in the last couple of years I have planned on doing just this.
The problem is, every time I try to put this plan into action motherhood gets in my way. Despite the fact that even a one piece bathing suit scares me to death/I can’t zip up my jeans/I’m going back home to visit family and friends 6 lbs heavier than when I last saw them, something always comes up that has me thinking, “oh god, just a few more hours to go until wine o’clock.”
Right now I’m at that time of the year when I start thinking about putting my, “make space for the holidays” diet into action. It’s simple really, the holidays are just around the corner and with them all those foods I know I should not be eating; chocolate, pastries, vegetables cooked in oil, cheeses, chips and dips…ok I need to stop now, drool is not good for the keyboard. But I have a cunning plan. You see if I lose 6 to 8 lbs now, I can eat up to this number of extra calories over the holidays and I’m at least no worse off than I started. Clever eh?!
So the plan is in place, non-stop salads and wine only on weekends (after all you’re not supposed to make any drastic changes to your diet without consulting a doctor right?) Except that…number 2 daughter hasn’t taken a daytime nap for me in at least two weeks. Give up wine? You must be joking, it’s the only thing keeping me sane!
So I guess I’ll just have to accept it. Abstinence and kids just don’t mix. What the hell, if I eat nothing but salad and keep running up and down the stairs in response to “Mommy!!!” perhaps I can have another glass! Cheers!