Time to reign in the inner child and lose some weight. The diet started on Sunday. It's basically Weight Watchers (using an old Weight Watchers point counter, I can't afford to attend meetings, not that and still be able to afford cat medicines).
They say not to call it a "diet," it's a lifestyle change. After you get into the swing of it, it might be a lifestyle change, but when you are counting out 9 snack chips and putting the bag away - that's a diet. The swing of it is just having all the point values and food journal in your head instead of obsessively tracking every bite.
I started a private blog (just for me) to keep food diaries, point values, and most importantly, daily rants. It's cheaper than the counselors that diet programs provide (and I long ago got sick of those twenty-somethings shaming me for my sins every week like they were clergy. No thank you, I will just beat myself up privately instead).
I figure it will take a year to get where I want to be. That's OK, I have a healthy attitude toward the passage of time. May 2011 will arrive, that's for certain, and I will either be fatter or thinner when it does. Simple as that. Hello reality.