So I’m on a no-carb, no-sugar diet (except for weekends when I eat whatever). The first week was brutal. I had a headache every day, either from sugar withdrawal or carb withdrawal. Or both.

I’d wheedle myself into thinking it just wasn’t worth it. Bread is natural and is meant to be a part of my daily diet!!

But then I got over the hump. And since The Hub is such an amazing cook, I don’t even miss carbs (much). The last few nights we had chicken chili with lettuce and hummus. I’m stuffed. The meal definitely didn’t need a piece of bread.

So why are we so addicted to carbs? It’s sad really. They’re what make us gain weight, and they seem to produce a serotonin pleasure effect that makes them hard to cut out. Addictive. Why does every meal at a restaurant center around a carb?

Now, this isn’t to say I don’t try to wake up early to eat as many carbs as possible on the weekend. But I do notice when I eat more carbs I feel lousy. So I’m hoping that this diet will retrain my brain to be happy without carbs. Wine? Now that’s a different story.

My yoga instructor talked about guilt the other day. Interestingly, she attributed it to the Western world. I don’t know if they don’t have guilt in other countries, but she was right; we put ourselves through a lot of guilt for no reason.

I thought it would be fun to share our Guilt Lists and then (virtually) tear them up. Here’s mine.

• Guilt about not writing enough on all my blogs
• Guilt about not going to yoga as often as I like
• Guilt about gaining a few pounds
• Guilt about being impatient with Max
• Guilt about drinking too much
• Guilt about not being the kind of parent who volunteers at school
• Guilt about not dusting
• Guilt about not scrubbing the tub
• Guilt about not taking Max to play outside often enough

Looking at this list I see that none of it is earth-shattering. I think we as women experience more guilt than men. What do you think? And for what? It’s just another stressor in our lives.

So here and now I’m making a proclamation that we will deliberately work harder to NOT feel so guilty. The dishes can wait. We won’t blow up if we don’t exercise all week (or month). That hamburger will not go straight to our thighs.

Life is meant to be enjoyed. Let’s start doing that.

I’m a good friend, or at least I like to think I am. I try to change my feelings with the tides of my friends feelings. If it’s I hate him; he’s a jerk, I concur. Once it’s he’s the best thing that ever happened to me, I also concur.

But unfortunately, I also have opinions. Strong ones. Most of the time they don’t get in the way. I love my friends and know that they make the right decisions, and I usually agree with them wholeheartedly.

But there’s this friend. Who’s been dating a crazy woman (I should say girl) for years. Seriously. Crazy. Like snakes in her head. She’s caused enough drama in his (and our) life to have her own reality tv series. And he left her. And moved far away. And all his friends cheered.

Til he moved back. And his Facebook status said Engaged.

I want to get over the fact that she’s falsely accused me of having relations with this friend. That she’s done things to him you simply don’t do in a relationship. That she’s butted in our business with this friend. That she is pure evil. I want to congratulate him and say “I wish you the best” and mean it.

But I can’t. I just can’t.

What do you do when you simply can’t muster up the enthusiasm to be happy for a friend?