I have no inkling.
Wouldn't that be hilARious? If I had no plan whatsoever? If I just made a nice pie blog, the end?
However, I do have some rules and regulations for myself. What a surprise. Cause I'm usually so devil-may-care.
First of all, I am not going to be weird. I'm not gonna give up wheat, or eat based on my sun sign or whatever. Here is my master plan: If it's junk, I don't eat it. If it's healthy, I will.
That's it. I am not going to weigh or measure anything. I am not going to count calories. And I am NOT going to get hungry. There is nothing worse than starting a diet and being ready to eat the cats by noon.
Also in my plan? No nutritious shakes. I will not name names. But I could drink about 50 of them because they're delicious, which I think negates the point.
I used to work next to a gas station that also served food. Now that right there should tell you a little something about my eating habits, because Mo? the guy who worked there in the day shift? He and I became really good friends. And he used to crack up because I would get chili cheese fries (from the GAS STATION) and one of those slimming shakes. "Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah!" he would laugh. That's how he laughed. Like the 7-Up Uncola guy. "Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah! You are getting diet shake and chili fries again! Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah!"
So anyway, the whole "if it's junk" plan sounded good, until I really started trying to decide on groceries. Is fruit juice junk? Are Baked Lay's? I decided to consult two friends whose eating habits I admire: one friend is Kellie, who I only know from her blog, and the other is Donna, who has been my friend since the first day of 10th grade. They put us in group 3 in gym class, along with the asthmatic kids. We were inseparable from then on.
The point of this story is that Kellie and Donna, who do not know each other from beans, came up with almost identical eating plans.
Here's where I pause. Do you really want me to bore you with the exact details of how they eat? Do you want the whole kit and caboodle? If so, I will write about it next time.
The other thing I am going to do to start off is 30 minutes of exercise, five days a week. I have a treadmill, a yoga DVD, and this whole medicine ball/weight/something strenuous kit with a DVD that I got from my bank. I am not making that up. So I have plenty of options for exercise. Next time I write, I will not only bore you with that menu if you want, but I will tell you how my 30 minutes on the treadmill went today. I am a slow, slow runner. Molasses called. It's January, and it wants its pace back.