Diets you name one and I’ve probably been on it.  Since the age of seven.  Been pulling off the weight and stacking it on for years.  More stacking then pulling by the way.  Then it started to hit me, I had been taught food is not my friend, its baaad and should be hated and I did.  I starved myself for days only to eat everything I could for a week after that (my cats are sure lucky they can run).  So not to long ago I thought to myself what the fuck are you doing?  Why do this to yourself day after day, your smarter then this.  So I changed.

I have learned a lot on the road to dieting myself to death and what I decided was no more quick fixes, denying myself something I want and especially no guilt trips when I fuck up.  Know what?  Feeling better and doing better each day.
  I’ve never been a calorie or fat gram counter, but I am now.  1,200 calories is A LOT of food and 35 fat grams is easy to do if you pay attention.  So I might not lose a hundred pounds in four months, big fucking deal.  I’m not hurting myself going the slow way either. For the first time in a while I feel like I’m going to be alright.