Cannoli

I love a good cannoli but don't often indulge. Tonight I did, after a delicious Italian dinner with my son and his girlfriend. I have got to stop eating like this! Of the twenty-five pounds I had lost, I've gained back nearly ten. It's so hard; food is delicious. I know I can do it -- if I feel like it. Over the summer, I haven't felt like it. One reason is that my kitchen has been torn up for the past few months, but that's not a great excuse. Even when I couldn't put a decent meal together and had to go out, I could have chosen salads or vegetables over pasta and cannoli.

Tomorrow marks the end of my "feeding frenzy". I swear, every bit of the weight I've gained back has gone right to my stomach, and I'm tired of the flabby protrusion. Starting Sunday, I am on the wagon. Lots of fruit, vegetables, and protein. And no more cannoli.