I’ve been trying to lose a few pounds since Christmas. Who hasn’t? (If you haven’t because you don’t care, that’s great. If you haven’t because you have a killer metabolism and supermodel genes, we don’t want to hear from you. We love you but we just can’t. You understand.)
So I’ve been on the Christmas/Valentine’s Day/March Madness merry-go round these last few months, gaining and losing like the stock market in ‘29. (And March Madness doesn’t mean I’m eating while watching basketball; it means that it’s March and I’m mad. Because I was supposed to be a willowy waif by March and–spoiler alert–I’m not.) But I decided that just because I marched in like a (chubby) lion doesn’t mean I can’t march out like a lean and leggy lamb.
And so I made my resolution for April: lesser portions, less mindless munching and above all, less sugar.
Actually, less sugar is for wimps. Nobody’s doing less sugar these days; it’s all or nothing. So let’s say no sugar. No sugar for April. Because it’s 2018 and we have Whole30 and Paleo and Oprah whowon’tgoaway and everyone and their skinny dog knows by now that sugar is the Devil. (They should just start putting a pitchfork and horns on each bag sold in stores since we aren’t all terrified enough.) Read more