I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror last night and was treated to a photograph from our day in Yorktown. I look happy, but boy, am I fat! I suppose we must use the o-word: obese. How did this happen to someone like me? I eat too much, and I don’t exercise. It’s really quite simple, isn’t it? But solving the problem sometimes seems impossible.

I was walking pretty regularly in the fall and then the end of the semester hit. I kept it up a bit, but certainly wasn’t going every day, the way I had been. The good news is that I’ve gone walking two days in a row and today I will get two walks in because we are going to the property. I don’t mind walking, and today I downloaded a weight loss guide and an Amelia Peabody mystery from Elizabeth Peters. And the weight loss guide just suggested that you listen to books on tape.

So far today, all I’ve eaten is a banana. I know I should eat a bigger breakfast, but I am experimenting with eating every few hours. I’ll feed Bob pizza for lunch and I’ll work on last night’s salad. I just feel the need to really cut back at least for a few days…get a sense of what it means to be hungry and start ridding my body of the junk food toxins.

This is going to be hard, but I am just tired of thinking about it, being afraid of looking at pictures, just feeling like a failure when there is so much success in the rest of my life. So, I am a pretty smart woman and I know what has to happen.