Day 1 of the Diet.

There is a reason why all the diet gurus say never to call it a diet -- because the first three letters d-i-e spell die. And well, that's not very positive. You're supposed to think of it as a lifestyle change rather than a death sentence. This is usually communicated to us by people who have no body fat, wearing tiny work out outfits, with huge boobs, perfect hair and makeup and don't sweat when they work out. I can't relate... Even when I really look good, am in shape and can wear those work out outfits.

Today was the official day one, and by 10am, I realized I had already forgotten to do something critical. I forgot to weigh and measure myself. I was certainly convinced that I messed everything up and wasn't going to be able to chart my progress accurately. Afterall, by 10am, I was convinced I had already lost 10lbs. At least, I felt like I deserved to have lost 10lbs.

Actually, it wasn't that bad by 10AM. It was more like noon when the piercing headache came behind my left eye. I needed something, probably Reese Pieces or something like that. Instead, I had my lunch. Apparently, the diet shake I drank for snack didn't cut it. The headache went away. Well, for a little while. And then it came back. I figured it was time for my other shake. But, you can forget it; shake number 2 didn't cut it either.

By 4PM, I believe I had consumed the equivalent in calories that I normally had consumed by eating one giant bakery style muffin by 9AM. My body simply was not accustomed to so few calories and so little sugar. The shake wasn't doing it for me so I gave in and bought some chicklets. I figured they were more benign than eating the Halloween candy that was sitting just a couple desks away. And sure enough, the headache vanished and is still gone.

As you can see by scientific method... my body requires sugar. Fine, I will accept minimal sugar but it needs it! Now I have to figure out this work out stuff. But, not tonight. I feel as though I have accomplished enough today!

Alberto, on the other hand, is not a sweets guy. I don't get it. He can't drink milk; he tries to eat flowers, rocks and snails. He doesn't like sweets -- like no cake, no icecream, no cookies (and I've tried), no desserts. Granted, he does like jello. We are opposites. So I am figuring that if I eat Alberto's food long term, I should be okay. Well, I won't be eating flowers, rocks and snails. Although those things might taste better than some of that diet food.

Alberto is really doing well and is back to his energetic and fun loving self. He has finally adjusted to daycare. We get there and he goes and starts playing with his little friends. Today, I left and he dropped to the floor to play with giant leggos. It is a huge relief to see him feel safe and secure. That for me is a sign of his adjustment and attachment. I think a big plus!

Well, as I prepare to call it a night, go watch some Dancing with the Stars and tidy up, I bid you all a good night and remind you to go out and Vote tomorrow! I'll be there with my beach chair, good book, snack shakes and chicklets -- who knows how long the lines are gonna be.