Well, my egomania has come to a crashing halt. The photos of BMM3 just went up on the fabulous luxography site, and I look pissed off and fat in just about all of them. Suddenly I have a new mission: Operation Put Down the F*ing Chips.

Operation Goals

• No more salty snacks with no nutritional value (I’m looking at you, sunflower seeds), or at least, not for a long while and not too many when they’re reintroduced.
• No fried food in the school caf, even if it looks yummy.
• Only one lunch. I have two spares and I got into the habit this winter of two lunches. I cut back a few weeks ago, but this needs to be reinforced.
• Healthy snacks and lots of water. Welcome back, rice cakes and apples.
• Exercise. I haven’t been to the gym or on my bike in months. If I can find three hours a day to knit then I can at least do crunches for Christ’s sake.
• No more convenient chocolate from Goneril’s office or from Chris’ dramatic production leftovers. No more chocolate if I can help it and no more occasional sweets that add up to one huge total.
• No more beer on weekdays.
• No more pretending that it’s just babyweight, or that it'll go away once I stop nursing. I have a two-year-old who nurses once a day; the fucking babyweight left years ago. This is lazyweight.
• Smaller portions at dinner and no gravy when it’s offered.

Why say all this? Because if it’s out there, I can’t take it back or pretend that what I really meant was to stop eating 2 lunches and that’s all. Grr.

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 5/22/2006 06:51:00 p.m.