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So, starting the better eating plan went off pretty well today. I already feel better, although I wouldn't say no to an entire french silk pie if it magically landed in my lap right now. That may be the root of the problem. There is nothing I would say no to when it comes to the wonders of dessert. I love it, and don't give me that one bite garbage. The last bite tastes the same as the first bite, this is true, but if the first bite tastes wonderful, why stop there? Eat the whole fucking thing, I say- and seconds and thirds if they are available!

So I will omit it entirely for awhile. Making tea is a thing that really helps me out during the first few days of a diet. The physical act of water, mug, teabag, steep and stir seems to distract me from the fridge forage that is a regular, constant activity during the hours after Johnny's bedtime. I know that hardcore WW's will remind me that it is not a diet. What they may not understand is that the alternative is french fries dipped in ranch paired with a chocolate cake shake, so YES IT IS. Will I never be overjoyed to tuck in to a plate of steamed vegetables and a sensible lean protein? Probably not. Will I do it? Why yes, and I'll call it a diet if I want to.

Also helpful is the fact that Johnny and I are back in the swing of things today. New classes began, and we'll be out of the house Monday-Thursday. I always say that I'm done with the Park District classes, but I just need for us to have a full schedule. I don't do well if I have to improvise our days. Left to our own devices, we'd OD on Noggin and wear only jammies. Structure is my friend.

Let us hope that the growling of my stomach won't wake Johnny tonight.