day 30

Thirty days into Lent. So far, so good. I feel so, so much better than I was feeling before. It's amazing what crap does to your body. I ate a greasy pork quesadilla ("a greasy pork sandwich in a dirty ashtray"--anyone know this line? anyone?) at my fave bbq place, and felt so sick all night. I called mom (she had the same thing) just to see if it was food poisoning. It wasn't. She was fine. It makes me think I should do this health-kick thing for forty more days. Maybe I will. I doubt it, but wouldn't it be good if I did? What if you deprived yourself of cake and cheesy fries for years, only to die in a car crash? You would be looking down at yourself thinking, "I should have had more cake." I can always eat more cake, that's for sure. But anyway, day thirty. I haven't weighed myself this whole time, but I can tell I'm getting close to whatever it is my body is supposed to weigh. Feels good. I'll tell ya, though, after two babies, she ain't what she used to be.