Diets.

I'm so bad at them. I'll go a few days where plain lean protein and vegetables and a protein bar or shake every so often will cut it. But it never does.

And the end of a diet is a slow, very justifiable death. It usually begins with these sorts of thoughts:

"Well, a few hershey's kisses isn't going to ruin 5 cardio sessions." (Gobble gobble.)

"I look fucking hot. Why am I dieting again?" (Munch munch, followed by "i feel faaaaaaaaat...")

"I can always get back on track tomorrow." (or next week.)

"Well, today can just be my cheat day."

-- This, in my opinion, is the worst way we dieters mislead ourselves when we fall of the wagon. If we could just forgive the damned chocolate after we eat it and settle for moving on with a healthy rest of the day, we could save the guilt of all the other junk we've allowed into our bellys.

Easier said than done. I know I can be so black and white that if I eat any carbs sometimes I just decide I already screwed it up and go crazy.

I know what you're thinking, you idealistic, perfect person who knows exactly what I should do. You're wanting to tell me,

"Everything in moderation. If you just eat a balanced diet like me, you'll never feel deprived."

Yeah, I know. WE know. The cult of low-carb yo-yo dieters who like to get skinny fast and usually end up paying for it later. We know all about your balanced diet approach. I mean, I read Shape Magazine, too.

Oh well. I just ate Lucky Charms. And then I thought, "Well, I already ate carbs and sugar. I may as well get fries at lunch." But I won't! I'm staying strong.