Or, say, finish cleaning your closet?

::runs away::

Good luck with Tiger, sarameg!

The first couple days are the hardest. The first few months of your first diet will be easy, because it's new, and you'll see quick results.

Does it really matter, if you're counting calories, what those calories come from? Like...maybe some carbs sometimes would be okay? Because I seriously love my carbs. But I've technically only committed to this thing for four weeks. So that's what I keep telling myself whenever my big baby whining gets too much for even me.

Thanks, Kristin! I would've responded earlier, but I only just got back home.

Does it really matter, if you're counting calories, what those calories come from? Like...maybe some carbs sometimes would be okay? Because I seriously love my carbs. But I've technically only committed to this thing for four weeks. So that's what I keep telling myself whenever my big baby whining gets too much for even me.

IME it takes time to learn what works for you on a calorie restricted diet. I would try one thing at a time, and when you feel confident that you have a good handle on what you consume and what works for you, what satisfies you, etc. -- then maybe worry about carbs. But trying to do both is not very realistic for anything more than a crash diet.

Well, a calorie is a calorie in terms of weight gain. I think where the difference is is what satisfies you (physically, emotionally, etc.) so that you can keep to X number of calories.

Wait, I'm not sure I understand. Are you saying I should worry about the calories first, then worry about cutting out the carbs? Because I'm actually not finding it that hard to count calories. And I totally had a bean and cheese burrito that I felt a little guilty about at lunch. But it was only $0.99! And all my other meals were much healthier. And delicious. But will get boring over time.

Aren't you supposed to breath through your eyelids when that happens? Or wear a black garter belt. Something like that.

Is that Mayan? Or Aztec? Never can remember...

I now want pie too, but I can't chew (new braces).

Damn you, people.

Huh. I don't want pie. This is something of a first for me. Normally if you dropped me in the Kalahari for a week and then offered me a choice of rescue or pie I'd have to think about it.

The Mayans were the ones with hallucinogenic suppositories, which gets around the unpleasant fact that most of the magic mushrooms have a tendency to make you vomit.

Mmmm, pie would have been good for breakfast. Love to make key lime pie. My son gets the biggest kick out of juicing itty bitty limes. Instead I had a bagel with peanut butter. Not so diet friendly perhaps, but still very yum.

Good luck with the braces, Shir. Both my kids need them. I was considering doing my bottom teeth when they get theirs to commiserate with them. That would require removal of a baby tooth I still have. Still deciding whether to do it.

Ok natterbugs, try to not have too many hundreds of posts today. The whole work thing makes it tough to keep up. And I need to be out of the office today and won't be able to pop in. Behave, or not.