Cautious Optimism

Sorry Obama, not quite audaciously hopeful yet.

Matt and I start a diet tomorrow. Specifically, the South Beach Diet. I am more than a little concerned about this endeavor, for a number of reasons. Firstly: I can't cook. Seriously. My very first chicken dish was a horrible disaster of a partially-still-raw, partially-very-dry nasty piece of poultry with some cold-ish veggies and rice. We tossed it and got McDonald's and I cried myself to sleep from shame. (Okay, maybe not that last part, but the rest is 100% accurate.) Secondly: Matt is the pickiest eater I know. Go ahead, challenge him. Do you eat eggs? Yep, you eat more than him. What about pasta? Again, you win. Soup? You're so far ahead I can't even see you. It's ridiculous, and frequently frustrating, and could be a big stumbling block for this diet. For the first two weeks, we're supposed to give up sugars and starches (read: bread, pasta, fruit, snacks...) entirely. Breakfasts consist mostly of eggs. Lunches consist mostly of soups and salads.

So. What with breakfasts and lunches being rough for Matt, and dinners potentially being rough for us both depending on my dubious ability to learn how to cook properly... we could be losing a lot more weight than we intend! Ha.

Seriously though, moral support would be great, especially for the next two weeks. So if anyone actually reads this... you know, let me know via some positive reinforcement. :)

Also keep your fingers crossed for me tomorrow around 11:00 a.m. I'll explain later.