Jennie Smash

I wasn’t expecting a loss today. I actually ate more than usual yesterday — all diet-approved, but like, a lot of fruit and three cups of chili instead of two at dinner. Which makes me think that my plateau was because I wasn’t eating enough.

This is hard for a veteran dieter to wrap her little head around. I’m not so far gone that I think eating a ton of veggies will make me fat, but I’ve become suspicious over the years of fruit, ever since a doctor looked at my food diary and sniffed, “You know, bananas are full of fat.”

Looking back, I think she had a wee small problem with food herself. She talked a lot about how she never ate breakfast and only had a salad for lunch. The lesson here is that doctors are people, and they have problems that leach into their work, just like the rest of us. Unfortunately, their work is kind of important.

This weekend, I went to the park with one of my best friends, and then we went to the farmer’s market and bought a lot of kale and some herbs. I have so much more energy now, I actually went out yesterday and got pots for them. I’m pretty sure the oregano is already dying, because I have that much of a black thumb, but I’m still pleased that I followed through on a project. The old me would have been staring at dying herbs in their original black planters three months from now. New me can stare at those same dying herbs in pleasing earth-tone pots, artfully arranged.

I have made progress, people.

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