I've been so good. Seriously. On Friday I took one last bite of an oatmeal-brownie-butterscotch sundae (true story) and vowed That's it. That was the last piece of junk that was going down the hatch until...when? That's always the question, isn't it? Does it speak to my pathological optimism or my deep-seeded denial that every year I vow to tweak my dietary habits -- not the kind that involve a piece of homemade apple pie with the family; the really bad kind that involve shaking the kids' carseat to unleash the last few nickels I need in order to uncoil the Milky Way Midnight from the vending machine. And every year, I come up short. As in, after few short days, I am right back to my I-hate-myself habits. I mean, how is it that I am
Redemption Salad
Redemption Salad
Redemption Salad
I've been so good. Seriously. On Friday I took one last bite of an oatmeal-brownie-butterscotch sundae (true story) and vowed That's it. That was the last piece of junk that was going down the hatch until...when? That's always the question, isn't it? Does it speak to my pathological optimism or my deep-seeded denial that every year I vow to tweak my dietary habits -- not the kind that involve a piece of homemade apple pie with the family; the really bad kind that involve shaking the kids' carseat to unleash the last few nickels I need in order to uncoil the Milky Way Midnight from the vending machine. And every year, I come up short. As in, after few short days, I am right back to my I-hate-myself habits. I mean, how is it that I am