>”I need a diet partner as of Monday. So eat all the ice cream, chips and cookies you want tomorrow. Monday we’ll be in starvation mode.”
This was the email I received from my dear friend and neighbor. I’m musing about it as I drown myself in a triple scoop Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup sundae. Why is it that I never get an email to be a book club buddy or a study partner? Hold that thought…I’m scraping the last of the peanut butter out of the bottom of my cup. Why am I never a decorating buddy or a “let’s go get a facial together” partner? Hang on a sec…there’s a drop of chocolate ice cream left, and I need to finish every last bit. Can’t be wasteful, can we? I also have to ask, why am I picked to be a partner for a chick who has about 2.5lbs to lose, 2 of which are from the baby she just had 4 months ago? Not to mention that she is tall, blonde, and gorgeous! I might have passed for cute several years ago, but that ship has sailed, leaving me to wear those sails as bloomers.
So, as resident Girl Friday, I am adding “dieting partner” to the list of services that I (begrudgingly) perform. But I’m not bitter. After all, I’m eating ice cream, and she is not.
Quick update before I go. Since I began this voyage, I have faithfully journalled everything that I have eaten, and I have walked every day. I know it has only been three days, but that is three days longer that I have gone in quite a while. Off to see how much damage my sundae made. Not that I regret one bite. As Scarlet once said, “Tomorrow is another day!”