I HATE raw vegetables!!

It hasn't always been like this. I loved going to parties and having veggies and dip. In fact, I usually went back for a second helping. After all, it was healthy. But now I am doing Slim 4 Life and everything has changed. For the first 3 days you can have "all the meat and raw veggies you want!!" Salads, salads, salads. Then when you start your plan you can have 1 cup of raw or 1/2 cup cooked veggies. Ok, still sounds doable. Then the hunger sets in. I want food!! REAL food. I want pizza and chocolate cake. I want a glass of wine. i want something that doesn't start out powdered. But I have lost almost 8 pounds and my precious daughter, Heather, says she can see it or not see it, more correctly. I want a waist almost as much as I want pasta...maybe more...no definitely more. I want to wear jeans that actually fit and are not 2 sizes too big to accomodate my lack of waist.

I actually had a saleslady helping me with jeans and I said "AAARRgg, I just don't have a waist!" She said, "Oh honey, you have a waist, you just don't have any hips to go along with it." I think she was trying to be nice or at least that's what I choose to think.

I was with my mother, who had NO tact at all, as I was trying on jeans. What was I thinking? I found this adorable pair of jeans that were made out of this patchwork denim and I WANTED THEM! I tried on 2 different sizes (there is a size beyond which I will not go) and neither fit. I said under my breath, "Why can't I ever find jeans that fit?" My mother, who pretended to be hard of hearing most of the time, suddenly said in a voice that is reserved only for a daughter, and about 100 decibels louder than necessary, "Well, you're just fat, that's all. You're just fat!" She said it twice to be sure everyone heard her. I weighed in at a whopping 130 lbs.

Given the fact that all the females in our family carry their weight just under their boobs, she had a lot of room to talk or more correctly, EXCLAIM, anything. She was a little round, mean, midget (only 5 feet tall, not really a midget unless you are speaking emotionally). I suppose other daughters have mothers who get to them but mine was a master. But that's another post for another time. I love you Heather! Don't let me get mean.