How does one go about dieting? When the world is filled with such amazing tastes, how do “adults” cut themselves off from their childhood snacks?
As Holloween appraches, and it has become clear to me that my metabolism is no longer unbeatable, I have decided to start “dieting.”
This is a recent decision. As in, last night. Even still, I have already stopped myself from consuming a tall java chip frapachino with extra whip cream, a strawberry milk, and the 4 croutons that fell out of my salad and on to the floor.
I am proud of myself, but also hungry. And unhappy. Why am I doing this? Would I be happier with a chocolatey blended drink in my hand? Or am I just craving what I cannot have?
The truth is, both. Here is what I just spent the last half an hour crying over.
