That's right, Catwoman is a big plateful of lettuce.
Have you ever had a salad for lunch every day? Every day? And as you were sprinkling craisins and crackers over the top of it in an unsuccessful attempt to liven things up a bit, did you ever glance longingly at the chicken bacon ranch pizza leftovers that your kids were having for lunch? Or daydream about soft garlicky buttery breadsticks?
Sometimes you have to replace what would tingle your tastebuds and satisfy your stomach with something that is going to help you lose that baby weight. It's a sacrifice, and it's worth it. Sometimes. If you don't think about it too hard.
I was having a great day yesterday until I realized who would have been the perfect Catwoman.
(although we stopped watching it halfway through because it was dirty) and did a superb job at it.
I told myself I was just fine with Anne Hathaway as Catwoman because I had consigned myself to her playing the role and prepared myself for it in advance. But really, I lied to myself. Watching her in that role was just like watching Robert P. as Greek god Edward or Woody Harrelson as the burly Haymitch. Almost bearable, as long as you don't think too hard about it or realize who the perfect actor actually would have been. Not that the aforementioned actors don't do their very best with what they've got, but you know, when you got it, you got it. No offense.
The key difference between Catwoman and a green salad, drenched with lite raspberry vinaigrette and soggy crackers, is that you can choke down the salad because you realize that you really have lost 5 pounds in one month, but can you really ignore how much more satisfying that last Batman movie could have been, with just a slight change in the cast?