The Eve of Jan.2

I couldn't start on a holiday. The cinnamon-raisin bread was in the freezer screaming "French toast". Hadn't my dad, 88, said how much he liked French toast; granted it was months ago and he can't remember what he ate this morning, and granted, of course, that he is the sort of man who almost never expresses an open preference for anything. And there's no way I could have tossed the leftover Peking Duck, it's fabulous sugary hoisin sauce and the exquisite, but slightly cornstarchy hot and sour soup. So it was decided for me.

I had finished reading The New Sugar Busters last night, New Year's Eve. I'd been on a dry run for dieting since Thanksgiving - one of the major lures of the new iphone was MyNetDiary. I signed up for six months - that's all I need to lose 20-30 pounds by my daughter's wedding in June. Not exactly sure how much I need to lose to fit into my wedding dress. I weighed 140 when I wore it 30 years ago and was 178 today. So far I have disproved the myth that simply keeping track of everything eaten gives you control. Did lose three pounds before Christmas, but had no strategy in place to cope with all the endless eating events that define holiday time.

But now, I have studied the blogs, tracked my zen. This blog is my public commitment. I am prepared to start this.