Spurred on by my mother's Christmas Day comment (are you ALLOWED to have asparagus?) and my New Year's Day guano-weighing expedition to the top of the bathroom scale, I have been making some dietary changes. After 12 days, I am down 12 pounds. Which sounds fabulous, until you realize that I can't see a difference and my clothes are as tight as ever. Was this 12 pounds of toe? Of knuckle? Perhaps a sliver off of my forehead? Ugh.
At least I'm enjoying the food.