While I'm sitting here waiting for my mouth to regain some feeling (just came from the dentist), I thought I'd explain how I recently lost forty pounds and got back into my size eights. Lots of people ask, and maybe it'll be easier to point them to this blog post.
So what did I do when I was DYING to have a cupcake and I'd used up all my calories for the day? Instead of blowing it all and telling myself that tomorrow was another day (done that, tomorrow never comes), or "borrowing" calories from the next day (done that, too, and it doesn't work), I'd console myself with the promise that I could have that cupcake . . . for tomorrow's breakfast. Which has inspired me with an idea for a children's book, "Cupcakes for Breakfast." Or maybe it should be a dieter's book. :-)