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I'm not really doing the GI diet, but it's kind of what I try to follow -- fewer carbs, definitely avoiding processed foods, keeping dairy intact.
Anyhow, it's Christmas Eve. I don't really care about that, but it does mean bad things for my ever-expanding figure. But so does everything. But I'll tell you -- no more French onion dip. I have it like once a year, but I can't stop eating it when I do have it! And it's strange because there's nothing about it that I should like (I hate sour cream and I don't like onions).
Anyway, the boyfriend and I were visiting my hometown in WV this weekend. On Saturday night, a high school friend was having some people over, so we went over. After a few beers and a shot of moonshine (seriously), we went home. I was ready to eat. While the boyfriend passed out on the couch, I was eating more than 1/2 the bag of chips and 1/2 the container of dip. I'm sure my parents think that both of us were eating it. In any case, it wasn't until dinner last night that I could no longer taste the dip. Ugh. I'm grossed out just by thinking of it.
OK, I need to get ready for Christmas Eve dinner. Getting dressed is always a struggle -- nothing fits. So now I'm depressed.
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