News Flash: Diet Coke does NOT taste like chocolate
Apparently, someone neglected to tell me that a diet of bread, beer, cheese and potatoes (sometimes all in one dish) is not a guaranteed weight-loss plan because during the two years in Germany I’ve actually packed on a solid 10 pounds.
(Maybe 15.)
That same someone apparently ALSO forgot to mention that sitting on my butt playing Facebook Poker all weekend is not good exercise. Clearly this person hates me.
So I’ve been trying to be “good” lately. Things like writing down what I eat, less junk food, more water. And for the past week or so, I’ve taken the long route to the water cooler, down two flights of stairs and back up. (And with all the water I’ve been drinking for my condition, this has been quite a bit of stairs, let me tell you.)
But today, a serious and major chocolate craving hit me like a box of rocks. I decided that I would placate myself by going to the vending machine and getting a Diet Coke, and if the feeling was still there after that, I could share some chocolate with someone.
I mean, that’s fair, right?
Did I mention that when I went to the vending machine I went up and down three flights TWICE for a total of 196 steps? So I’ve practically worked off this chocolate already, and I haven’t even bought it yet! In fact, I’m worried that now I might be so weak from all of the exercise that if I DON’T have chocolate it could become a serious medical emergency. Then health insurance would have to get involved, and ambulances, and maybe even a round trip flight back to my doctor in Colorado.
I think the choice is obvious.



