I finally did it. Last night I worked up the nerve to step on the scale for the first time in over a month. It wasn't pretty. And as I sit down at the computer to type and count three bowls dirty from ice cream, one bowl from popcorn and one empty box of Hot Tamales I've decided the Fall of Katie (as in Summer of George) needs to come to an end.

So I guess I'll join that gym across the street and start chewing a lot of gum. But I need your help! Please send me yummy, semi-healthy (I can't go cold turkey, and I am a nursing mom!) recipes. You know my email. Let's start the campaign of Keep Katie skinny.

In other news, what would you do if you'd dropped your daughter off at preschool, but your infant needed to eat, so you sat in the back of your parked van with your two-year-old nursing your baby when a strange man suddenly opens the door and sits down in the driver's seat? All I could think to do was yell, "Wrong car! Wrong car!" Of course he turned to look at me. Nursing. Then said, "Oh, sorry! Sorry!" Leaving me in equal parts humiliation and relief that he wasn't trying to kidnap and kill me. Let this be a lesson to us all to always lock our cars. Whether we are in them or not.