(Without wanting to kill myself.)
I desperately wanted to lose some weight before my trip to Bali. Mostly, because I'm vain, but also because I read somewhere that it's a hot vacay spot for Italians, and we all know how beautiful and tall (in that non-German way) Italian women can be. The last thing I want to be is the fat American on the beach.
My diet grocery list:
The only thing I felt was sacrificed was my social life. Most nights I went straight home and after an early dinner, washed my face and changed into my pajamas lest I be tempted to have a glass of wine (I don't drink in my pjs) or a last minute dinner with friends. I did go out a few times and I over-indulged in red wine one evening, but mostly one strong vodka martini was all the happy I could be.