Where did those latkes go!?

So more than a year after I last posted in this space, I'm back, looking to chronicle my efforts to get healthy. Maybe not lose weight, but certainly feel better and have my clothes fit better.

I've just finished my first night of Hanukkah "treat" dinner of latkes, reduced fat sour cream and unsweetened apple sauce, with an arugula/fennel salad. So could be worse, except I had seven. Oops. And that was after baking cookies today, a batch from which I ate every one that broke...hey, they were little! But they weren't even that good!!

I'm 31 years old (32 in April) and overweight. Not "fat" by the colloquial definition, but definitely so by the clinical one. I know I'm not healthy right now, but somehow the idea of going back to sacrificing foods or heading back to group meetings with Weight Watchers just sounds so unappealing to me. There's a treadmill sitting across from me that would be collecting dust if it weren't for my bi-weekly cleaning lady.

Last week, I finished Jen Lancaster's "Such a Pretty Fat", in which she chronicles her efforts to lose weight after her doctor gives her what amounts to a death sentence. I get it. Perhaps too much. My mom is diabetic, my dad is inevitably going to have a heart attack, and I'm a beautiful combination of the two of them.

So here goes. I'm going to use this place to try to log my eating, attempt to figure out why I don't want to exercise despite having the time and equipment, and hopefully celebrate when I succeed.

And maybe entertain myself and anyone who trips over this in the meantime.

Thanks for the support!