Today We Die.....

My weight has slowly crept upward and when I got on the scale last week and discovered that I weigh as much now as I did the day BEFORE Morgan was born, I decided something needed to be done. I'm not a good dieter, however. Kind of like Garfield. I don't like counting ANYTHING - not points, not calories, not fat grams, not how many times I chew each bite.

A few years ago, a new diet came out called the South Beach Diet. It made sense and seemed like something I (might) could do. I got the book and Steve and I tried it. It was easier than any other plan I had ever tried. We both lost, Steve more than me of course, and we were looking good. Then we have slowly slipped back into some old, bad habits. And the weight has returned - big surprise.

To start today's diet, a trip for groceries was in order. First the fruit stand, then WalMart. Ugh. Every screaming toddler in South Louisiana must have been brought to that particular WalMart and was waiting for me. I was there three hours and this one little fellow screamed THE WHOLE TIME. I knew it was the same child because he had an unusual piercing, high-pitched scream. And he wasn't upset, but simply screaming to hear himself scream. I kept passing him and his mother in the aisles. The mother was oblivious. I remember screaming toddler days, and have had much empathy for many mothers of screaming children as they hurriedly try to gather up what they need and high-tail it out of there, but this mother was aimlessly meandering and torturing the rest of the shoppers. I left WalMart with an enormous headache.

And I still have more shopping to do. The people who shop at our Wally World do NOT buy things such as tahini or sesame oil. I'll have to the big city for those things. But in our WalMart, we DO have potted meat and pickled pig snouts. :::snort::: Next time, I should take a picture of THAT!!!