I know, by experience, that no amount of ice cream or cake will satisfy me. Every once in a while, it stops. The hunger. I just came back from the synagogue, it was my first time in this one. I sat at the very back, trying to hide. This man, came to me with a friendly face and said hi to me, wishing me a blessed Sabbath.
It will be blessed if I can stick to this plan. 18 Weight Watchers points. Two walks. I want this so badly!!! See my picture? That was 10 pounds ago. The love of my life is an accomplished painter, an artist. He sees in me something that I don't. He needs three new paintings for his big show in November, and I'm his model. I feel mixed about the whole thing.
I just finished reading the story of Jean Nidecht, the founder of Weight Watchers. The excuse I always make for leaving my plan and going back to my old ways is that I look good anyway. Motherly and matronly good, like a nice Jewish mom, always ready to feed and nurture. Well, am I tired. I want to be slim and jovial, for a change. If it's only to see who am I going to become. Thanks for reading.
posted @ Saturday, July 31, 2010 12:58 PM