IS MY STOMACH SHRINKING OR MY BRAIN?

Today has been better, and I am not at all certain why. Perhaps staying up until 2 a.m. talking to my oldest helped - instead of succumbing to the usual shoveling-any-thing-edible-in-my-mouth-to-stay-wake, I am trying to press on with personal projects such as allowing my horses to eat, but not me (grazing for half-inch blades of grass has never really appealed to me no matter how much I love my horses and strive to be a better vegetarian).

So today:

Yogurt with Fiber One (instead of Grape Nuts - less calories) -- 235
Popcorn -- 200
Wendy's Hamburger -- 430
Wendy's Frosty -- 530
TOTAL -- 1,395

The Wendy's my husband had brought home as a special 'surprise' for me, and I could not politely refuse.

But tonight I drove right by Dairy Queen and did NOT stop.

Okay, okay, I actually did turn into Dairy Queen, but I did not order ANYTHING and drove out.

Alright, I admit it - there was an impossibly long line for the drive-thru (almost wrapping around the building), so I didn't feel I could justify the 35+ minute wait to my husband, whom I had already admitted I was on my way home.

But come on, I should get SOME brownie points, for this, shouldn't I?!

ACCOUNTABILITY

I am conceding that fact that I am formally in the "obese" catagory of even the most generous height/weight charts. At 54 years old, I am shrinking, which only exaggerates the excess tonnage - excuse me, pounds - I am carrying.

I am finally tired of pushing too many tops to the back of my closet, of letting my belt out another notch, of wearing my 'fat-day' jeans everyday.

I hereby am putting my appetite, my caloric intake AND my weight out in the public on this previously obscure blog and pray that while I do hope it remains shrouded in disguise, the daily (yes, DAILY, my dear) recording will prompt me through shame, if nothing else, to lose some of this weight.

My success is my responsibility alone - but of course any kind, delicate or encouraging words would be sincerely appreciated.