Awhile ago, Husband announced that he wanted to try the South Beach Diet. Then he asked if I'd try it with him - you know, for support and all? I said sure, what the heck, we're going to be doing it together and I can stand to lose a few
So while he's sleeping the day away, I'm shopping, preparing meals that we can eat AND seperate meals that the kids can eat. I'm sitting down to eat with them, me with a salad or ham and eggs probably and them with carb laden goodness. I have to deal with them whining that they want my hard boiled eggs, my sugar free Fudgesicles, sugar free jello and pickles. I have to deal with them throwing tantrums over what they want to eat and keep them out of our food. And I have to sit and watch them eat. And beg for hot chocolate -because that's the time of year it is. While he gets to eat in piece and quiet, his only concern being that he has foods available he can eat.
When I mentioned it to him, he said "you're strong you can do it. This is the best way for me." I don't know if I can do it, I just jumped on the bandwagon. He also thinks it should be easy for me as I've done it once before*. I'm sure I'll make it past the initial two weeks, but I'm not sure after that.
So far, day one went by uneventful. Today is okay, but I'm hungry. I'll keep you posted.
* I haven't done SB before, however, while pregnant with Meenie, I wasn't allowed to eat any fat in my diet. At all. For nine + months. But it wasn't just me. The health of my unborn daughter was on the line there. That was a no brainer. And I could eat fruit and cereal to satisfy my cravings. And drink milk and milkshakes made with fat free frozen vanilla yogurt. That was easy.