A Pre-New Year's Resolution So, the year comes to an end and I'm fatter than ever. It's revolting, really. When I was eleven years old and obsessed with having a flat stomach, my stomach was essentially fat, but for the slightest bulge under my belly button. I could suck it in. Now, after two pregnancies, my belly is a bowl full of jelly and no amount of sucking--other than liposuction--will help.

And I've completely gagged the Sensible Voice in My Head. I'm at the very worst stage of weight gain, though, or maybe the best, when you find yourself at the tippy end of a branch, far, so far from the ground, and you think, okay, the time has come. I've got to climb down, just a little at a time, until my jeans fit!

This weekend we're going away and I'm sure unhealthy food will be abundant. But then, I will stagger out from the drunkeness of insensible eating and stop. I will spend this year listening to that Sensible Voice and doing what a sensible girl who wants to wear a size ten would do.

In other words, I'm giving up french fries for the year. And I'm exercising every day. And I'm going to add up all the other little sensible acts until I'm shrinking.

Because really, I can't do another diet. I can't write down a list of food I eat every day. I can't cut out a whole food group (french fry elimination notwithstanding).

So I will listen. I will make good choices. And I will visit here each day to report on my progress.  ¶ 10:57 PM