Well, not all of my cheese puffs. Just one, if you want to get technical about it. But these weren’t just any cheese puffs, these were from a portion-controlled bag of cheesy deliciousness that comprised my three o clock snack.
Granted, it was a generous-sized snack by reasonable standards, but a girl doesn’t gain 100 pounds of excess fat by using reasonable standards when it comes to snacks. So I was taking this purloined parmesan pretty hard. For a brief, humiliating second, I wondered if it was just in her mouth or if she’d actually chewed yet. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed and I put down the puppy.
The cheese puffs were part of Day 1 of my new healthy food program (don’t even say the “d” word), and so far, it’s better than I expected. I expected tolerable. What I got was pretty easy, pretty tasty and the thought of following this plan for months doesn’t send me screaming down the street in terror. Frankly, for me, that’s about as hopeful as I get when it comes to getting healthy. Part of the reason for today’s success? Parmesan cheese puffs taste way better than celery sticks.
This may not come as a big surprise, but I like to eat. I have spent a lot of time focusing on food I want to eat, food I want to cook, what I might have now, and what sounds good for a snack later on. I have fallen asleep looking forward to eating the next day. It’s pretty clear I need the freedom of not having to follow any plan I can dream up.
I need a fool-proof plan like this – eat five prepackaged meals, one lean and green one and drink water until my bladder cries mercy. The best part? I don’t even have to believe that it will work for me just yet. I just have to follow the plan every day and see what the scale says in a week.
Now if I can just keep the dog away from my cheese puffs.