off the dieting bandwagon, it seems.

I can officially say I am not losing weight. I am, in fact, eating whatever I want. And officially, it is making me delightfully happy.

Usually there's a layer of guilt associated with the indulgent eating that follows a particularly strict diet, but not this time. I feel in control even though I might eat a hamburger, because I feel confident I'll only eat it if that's what I really want at that moment. Some days I just wake up and my body screams: give me red meat, now now now. So I do. Some days I might eat three bananas. And some days I could eat my weight in chocolate.

I have been working on portion control however, and I think it really does help. I've also been riding my bicycle a few times a week and plan to go back to running soon (I MUST quit smoking, I must...).

Overall I am feeling most content, even though I had to loosen my belt buckle back to its normal spot--an indication that I've probably gained back the ten pounds that I lost. I can't be sure because I won't go near the the scale. Not yet.