To be serious about my health/weight loss kick, I may have to consider counting calories and carbohydrates. Now for someone like me who loathes math in all forms, counting anything is mental torture.
If someone had a gun to my head, and started a statement with,
“Billy was at a train station…”
And ended that statement with,
I would yell, “Pull the fucking trigger!”
I hate math. I’ve always hated math. That’s why I married a man who is pretty good with numbers. We’re both “word” people, but he doesn’t reject math with a vengeance the way I do. He even checks out algebra and geometry books from the library…WTF. So what am I saying early on this Wednesday morning? Only that it’s time to bust out and dust off my calculator.
Fuck it. Who am I kidding? I’m not counting shit. I know what NOT to eat. I just have to not eat it. Done.
(P.S. Counting may work for some. Oh yeah, and this is mainly a humor blog mixed in with my truth. So shush, people who swear by counting calories.)
Hater of Numbers Big and Small
Ha ha…I knew it!