It is precisely twenty-seven weeks until my birthday.
This matters to nobody but me, but I’m taking it as a sign that I need to improve my diet. Easter is over and the next big holiday is Memorial Day, so there is no need to eat like every day is a party. I might have come up with a fool-proof way to control my portions (my biggest food problem) — I’m using my mom as my accountability partner.
She has more will-power than anyone I know, so I will write my food intake down and let her look at it. Rather than face a lecture, I’ll hopefully eat properly.
It’s obvious that I am desperate to resort to this, but I am ready to change. There are lots of funny memes about gaining the COVID-15, but I’d like to end this weird situation healthier than I started.
Good luck to us all.