As you know, I’ve been on a diet. I’ve being trying to cut the amount of sugar I eat, and curb my carb intake. However, this has been like fighting the currents at Hanalei beach, because my husband is an amazing cook. He can do anything, from chicken tagine (pictured), to fried chicken (Vin grew up on a farm in the middle of Ireland, so you can understand my amazement), to cheesecake.
I’m starting to suspect that he wants to fatten me up for the kill.
This is the real reason why I can’t lose weight. Because he’s such a good cook, and like most men, he swears he knows everything about how to trim up (although he has never had a weight issue, or a baby, or even been bloated, so yeah, OK), I will have to rely on my self-control which is hovering round freaking ZERO. Due to my terrible self-control, I now workout A LOT. My goal is to workout twice a day, at an hour a session. I’ve done this before, and in the past it meant that I couldn’t pack enough food in my mouth, which in turn equalled weight-loss. HURRAY, I win! Oh, wait, I am only at an hour a day of cardio, and squatting 10kg. UGH! I’m never going to be skinny again, am I?
When I was on my two hour a day of cardio, and 30 minutes of weights, 5 days a week, regime, I was also 22. The only thing I had to do was stay skinny. I was modeling and I was in undergrad. I had a lot more time on my hands than I have now.
It also doesn’t help that everyone responds to my desperation to lose weight with, “You don’t need to lose weight!” To which I reply, “have you seen me naked?” That usually stops them from going further with anymore silly, placating-esque, tomfoolery.
I’m just a woman trying to live her best life and look absolutely AMAZING (snapping fingers rapidly whilst screaming out “YES, B*TCH, YES!!!”). Is that too much to ask? Don’t answer that.