Okay…so here’s how my mind works when it comes to counting calories: Sunday we ate at Cheesecake Factory, and I was so disciplined, so good. I said “no” to the chocolate cake that I absolutely love. By doing that, I dodged a zillion calories, I’m figuring. As a reward then–and because I still craved something sweet–after we got home I ate several meringue cookies. So in my mind, the very small amount of calories and fat in meringue cookies minus the chocolate cake means I was definitely in “negative numbers.” Which means, logically and rationally, that I should lose weight, right? A negative number is a negative, and it has to be subtracted, somehow, somewhere. Therefore, shouldn’t we get to lose weight based on what we denied ourselves and didn’t eat? My brain KNEW what I wanted…what I didn’t eat…and what I did eat. So it should register all that with my thighs until an agreement is made: negative calories equals thinner thighs.
So when I got on the scale and it didn’t get my math figures, I thought, Hey. So what’s the problem here? Do the math; register my sacrifice. I want to see the difference on my thighs, NOW.
It all makes perfect sense to me. Only my thighs clearly aren’t getting it. And that’s why they need to take a math course, immediately.
Math 101 for Thighs
Sign me up.