Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Well, I warded off the evil cookies for a day. A whole day! Today was not as successful though. I hate being healthy. It used to be so easy! Ten years ago I would have a bagel and a diet coke for dinner and now Jason makes me dinners with things like the word gratin in it. I looooove gratin. And I miss it so. (And it's only been a week and a half!) So I lost three pounds the first week of my new get-Tracey-in-Springtime-shape regimen, which is good, but now this week I think I will be happy if I simply haven't gained it all back. Have I mentioned that I hate being healthy? I totally lied to the State of Wisconsin when I filled out my height and weight for my new driver's license last week. I don't want to be a liar! (No, I didn't tell them that I was six feet tall. That's ridiculous!) What is it with Americans that we celebrate every gathering with food? My dad and my brother came up to visit on Sunday and we went out to the neighborhood Italian place. Mmmmmm. That's my problem. I'm just too darn American.