Is it possible? Am I really on a "diet?" I don't know, but I am trying to be.
For as long as I can remember, I have always loved pigs--the animals. I've acquired every possible kind of pig item over the years as well. From pig trash can, to pig print socks, to stuffed animal pigs, to pig earrings, pig key chain, pig pot-holder, pig spatula, pig bank, pig pen, pig book mark, pig ornaments, pig mugs, pig EVERYTHING.
I am also fond of ham and pork products, but sometimes struggle with that since I think the animal, especially piglets, are beyond adorable. In fact, I want to own a pig someday. I saw once that mini-piglets were being bred in Britain as housepets and I half-considered moving there so I could partake in that love.
And for as long as I can remember, I have been called every iteration and variation of the word "pig." From being called "Miss Piggy" by my chubby neighbor, to my dad calling me a "little piglet," to my college friend Frank calling me "Carnitas" or "Porkita," it's been ingrained in my mind that I am a pig. My friend Sheri even tagged me in a photo on Facebook once that was just a picture of pigs she saw at some farm. I can never manage to eat a meal without having some of it appear on my clothing. Be it a crumbs down my shirt, or sauce and food stains on my pants and shirts, it's a disaster. I also snarf down large quantities of food in one sitting, much like my animal counterpart.
And as I now attempt to cut carbs out of one of my daily meals, I feel like I am disrespecting my very being. It's hard for me to stomach. (Ha.) I am finally trying to exert self-control when I make selections for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The good thing is, the eateries around my office do have good-tasting AND healthy salad options for me to choose.
I hope that I can stick with this, but for now, I should probably start a new blog called HilaryEatsLess.blogspot.com because I can't bear to bore people with talk about small portioned, healthy-food options.
