Diet

My diet, along with most of my resolutions of late, went crashing right out the window after a brief but brilliant flare.

The diet did not go quietly. It went out with a wail of emotional anguish. In fact, that's what killed it. See, I have been controlling my mood with carefully balanced meals. And then I thought I would take a few weeks off and crash diet to lose weight. Bad idea. I went through two weeks of weak sobbing, and then I reinstituted my whole egg each morning. I was either suffering from inadequate B-12 or from low-self esteem as a result of telling myself every meal "Don't eat that, you fatty."

At any rate, I am better now. I lost only five pounds, instead of fifteen, but it'll do.