Beignets, burpees and bloating, Oh My!

He y’all,

I am five days into a diet and exercise plan ... that hasn’t quite started yet. In all fairness, I had a really bad head cold and was mostly bedridden over the new year. My very lovely (and very German) husband told me that if I worked out something might happen to my heart ... He quoted some scientific articles in German and then I went to the gym. Then I felt worse. And he, in his pettiest of petty, refrained from saying the words I told you so ... to my face lol. 

I have indeed been taking a picture of myself everyday and to my horror, am starting 2020 looking more like jaba the hut than the mandalorian (I mean - I’ll take Baby Yoda for 500, Alex!). And I’ve been logging all of the food that I consume ... and oh boy, I can really eat, lol!

But . . . this is good. I can see things very plainly now and can make changes. The problem is that when I get hungry I also get cranky and let’s face it ... on a good day I’m serving septogenarian drag queen realness. 

Even on the strictest of diets, you get a cheat day, right?  My good Judy, Alex, was in town so we had a good old fashioned New Orleans style brunch in old town Alexandria. 

My plate included beignets ... with syrup . . . And I almost gave up this whole damn diet!

Them fancy little donuts gave me all of my life. I mean ... I saw Jesus Mary and Joseph.  It was Christmas again ... and I don’t even like donuts like that.

Alex, who reads the blog (hey gir), was like ... “mmm hmmm ... nice diet!”

That’s fine ... y’all know I’m struggling but I’s finna be on a beach in a few months and this waist line gots to be right. 

So no more beignets ... I say no to the bloating ... and begrudgingly ... bring on the burpees. 

I hope y’all eating better than me. 

Sincerely,

The trendy one ;-)