I love Prosecco. I drink it all year round and from the time I hear that cork pop until the very last sip, I am in a happy state of mind. Prosecco has helped me celebrate success and conversely drown out pure sadness at the loss of a friend. I have toasted a Thursday night or two while watching Grey’s Anatomy. I have slowly sipped from a cold flute during a sad movie on the Hallmark Channel. You can see, we are buds.
But alas, we have to part ways, temporarily. I have spent the last 14 months arguably working hard at the gym with a trainer and a nutritionist and yet that darn scale will not move. Well it’s time to take control. For the next 14 days I am on a strict diet to see if this effort will indeed change that red digital read out on the scale that yells at me each week.
I am dreading the loss of my friend Prosecco come next Saturday night while we are sitting by the fire outside. A lovely brie or goat cheese paired with a Coke Zero? Ugh.
I fear making a salad for lunch Monday without a shred of cheese. No chocolate in the late afternoon. No apples with whipped peanut butter. Has my food life ended as I know it? Am I crazy?
We will find out in two weeks. I share this for support and encouragement from my friends and family. Know now that when you see me and I seem a little off, I may be in mourning…mourning I hope the loss of a pound or two, or ten. Stay tuned.