This time, I should look back and say goodbye to all the food I've loved in 2007.
You see, I lost 6 pounds before Christmas.
Then I gained it all back last night, New Year's Eve, with a 4-course culinary experience (think pulled pork and apple fritters with creme fraiche washed down with TWO vanilla gimlets), and that was just the 1st course.
But all is not lost. I know that I can tackle the bulge and I know how to do it.
Before I was pregnant with Katie, I had lost 15 pounds on Weight Watchers, and was looking pretty good. Better than before I had the boys. Comfortable in size 8's. Energy to spare (that has become a foreign concept these days).
Too bad I didn't appreciate it then, but as they say, hindsight is 20/20.
So, back on the wagon tomorrow it is. And goodbye to the ridiculous way of eating that I have become accustomed to these past four years. It's time.
Goodbye cookies . . .
Goodbye cake . . .
Goodbye fried food. Potato skins, oh how I will miss thee . . . but not your presence on my backside.
Goodbye fruity cocktails, sniff . . .
Goodbye cupcakes . . .
I know that I can do this.
And when I've reached my goal, this is what I'll feel like:
I cannot wait.