A year and a half ago, I confessed this. Seventy days later, I was here.

And now I find myself all over at the beginning.  After a pregnancy.  Addicted to food.  With a mountain of thirty pounds towering over me like an ominous monster.  I’m not happy about it–but I’m doing something about it two years earlier than the last time I found myself in the same situation.

So, what does that look like in my house?  Well, I’m an all or nothing kind of girl.  And I need clear cut lines to follow, or I fall into the oh, just a little bit won’t hurt trap.  Over and over.  And over again.  That means that it’s out with the crap, and in with the stuff that tastes like crap.  Tee hee.  Just kidding.  Sort of.  It’s been all veggies, fruit, nuts, seeds and quinoa around here.  Boring?  Yes.  Effective?  Heck yes.  So let’s get this party on the road and jumpstart some weight loss with a bit of nearly vegan action around here!