Diet starts in 3…2…1

Once again, I’m totally wrapped up in the thought (noticed how I used the word thought) of going through a rigorous, uberly strict diet. I went crazy in the supermarket the other day buying cans of tuna, bottles of Fit N’ Right, and tubs of yoghurt (which, after much google-ing, I learned that it actually has a lot more calories than it lets on)

Every so often, I get this crazy Oh-my-gosh-I-really-have-to-go-on-a-diet phase. I call it a phase, because it probably happens every month and most of the time, it only lasts for like 5 days at the most. (Kind of like your monthly lady visits. hahaha)

But this time, the crazy weight loss obsession is on full force. Total desperation + scouring the internet for effective diet pills + “diet” food = summer is coming up.     

So my crazy diet plan for this month is to swear off a certain kind of food or drink for a week. Every week it changes, so I wouldn’t totally get bored and deprived then end up giving up on the diet thing. (Which happens to me A LOT. ALL THE TIME.)

This week, I’m swearing off soda.

Caffeine deprived and the crazy diet meter put on high,

Jenny