On Sunday, after my dad's birthday dinner which involved half a dozen bottles of wine and at least a quart of heavy cream (I cooked, shame on me) Nick and I decided we had to turn over a new, healthier leaf--something we've been trying to do for a while now. We both want to lose some weight before the summer and given my recent cancer test results, taking better care of my body seemed like a good idea. Since I can't work out for at least another week with my bum leg, we vowed to eat healthy, homecooked dinners and, more importantly, not drink alcohol until the weekend. Monday night we ate green salad with roasted chicken, tomatoes and feta cheese and drank ice water with lemon. Last night we ate Indian take-out and drank a bottle of red wine. Damn it! We lasted one day.
Before you judge, let me explain: It had been a long Tuesday for both of us--Nick was home with Alex (we're between babysitters right now so he's been filling in a day or two a week) and I was at the officeRead More »from Life with Cancer: My not-so-successful "get healthy" plan