Dieting woes.

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Well, maybe this thing might work out after all. At the moment I have a zit and I am about to starve to death. Of course, those of you who know me know that I am in no danger of starving anytime soon. It's just an expression FCOL! Oh to be 6 feet tall and thin. I have been doing the whole low carb thing (again!) for going on three weeks and have done pretty well. Unfortunately, this week is the week that is the bane of all dieters. Sheesh. I have decided that if I live long enough I will *STILL* be trying to lose weight and I see myself asking for my proactive in the nursing home. Exactly how long is one supposed to have zits? Shouldn't I get a few free years between zits and wrinkles? So help me, I am going to be mightily peeved if I lose my appetite and taste when I am 80.

In any case, I would kill for a pop tart right about now. One of those chocolate fudge ones would be nice.

I hope you didn't come here expecting anything profound although last week I did have an internal discourse debating whether there is a connection between the soul and the mind. I'll have to get back to that as I am stuck in the shallow end of the pool at the moment. Maybe later.