For those of you who read the end of the book first: Once again, I wrote it all down in my Fitbit app.

I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to care so much about the calories, though of course it’s impossible not to notice the pesky little numbers while you’re entering in what you’ve eaten.

No, I just wanted to honestly jot down everything, and let the devil take the hindmost, so to speak. If you are dieting, journaling is one of the most effective exercises you can do. I know this, because I used to coach people on how to lose weight, and did a good job at that.

I never did a good job at writing it all down, though. I would start every day with good intentions, but it would always devolve into me forgetting to write something down, or eating something that would push me over the top for the day at 10 a.m., and then like a four-year-old who believes that if she can’t see you, you can’t see her, I would just say ‘eh’ and quit writing for the day.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Last night I was at a party and wrote it all down. I estimated when I didn’t know for sure, and even logged the wine, a task that gets only more difficult with subsequent servings.

Today is going to involve at least two football games, maybe more. Not parties, but working in a freshly-stocked kitchen. Wish me luck.

Note: not everything in this venture will involve weight. It’s going to involve organization, and fun, and maybe even pictures of Elmer, The Beloved Basset Hound, if I can get him to sign the photographer’s release.

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016