That Catholic guilt!

That good old Catholic guilt. . . it makes me feel guilty about spending money, being late for work, and gossiping about others (okay, maybe not that one), and basically every decision I've ever made as a parent. I guess it's that same guilt though that's working in my favor when it comes to my weight. I feel guilty after eating crap, so I have to work out after. One time I actually ran on the treadmill after two Italian margaritas! No, I didn't fall off.

I'm proud to say I had nothing to feel guilty about today. . . at least in the food/exercise department. I stuck to my diet, except for one lifesaver and I went to the gym for an hour of bodypump (a weight lifting class.) Feeling good! Why does it seem to take so much longer to get the weight off? It's been two days already!

Yes, I have survived day two of my diet challenge. Got my hair colored and styled and had a manicure. Funny, I don't look any thinner!

Do you think Julia Child ever exercised? I find it hard to imagine. I mean, when you spend eight hours making a stew how can you possible have time. "Melt the butter in the pan, chop one onion, place it in the pan and stir it with a wooden spoon, then drop it and give me 20. Oops I've cut the dickens out of my finger!" Yeah, not really working.

Do you think Jillian Michaels ever spent eight hours making a stew? Maybe eight hours in the gym. There must be some way to have the best of both worlds. I'm determined to find it!