I know I’m probably boring all of you to death with my fixation on healthy eating and fitness, but it’s become very important to me lately. I’ve never been this determined to improve my health in my life. I did yoga this morning. YOGA. I enjoy yoga about as much as I enjoy root canals, but I needed the stress relief. And hey, it worked. The knots of pain in my back are gone. Not that I plan to make contorting myself into unreasonable shapes and angles a habit. (Okay, so I’m not THAT dedicated).

I’ve been thinking about food a lot lately, too. Normally when I diet I go from one extreme to the other, and when I say extreme I’m not kidding – we’re talking jelly donuts one day and lettuce the next. I quit buying boxed dinners and junk and I switch to fresh fruits and vegetables. The problem is, I eat the healthy stuff exactly like I eat the crap food – without cooking or making it into anything worthwhile.

Last night I found myself doing something I used to laugh at my friends for doing (yes, I’m a bitch). I found some recipes and made a grocery list! I planned meals for the week. I feel very optimistic about some of the dinners I want to make, although of course I plan to invite my sister and use her as a guinea pig.

I still haven’t had any significant weight loss and now I’m bloated on top of it, which is sort of discouraging, but I’m not giving up. The more I work at it, the less it becomes about a number on the scale. I feel good, and I know my body is experiencing benefits (even if I can’t see them, stupid, stubborn body!).

Oh, and you’re all invited to dinner on Saturday.