For those of you that don't know, I have a weird diet.  Diet in the sense of the food I eat, not a weight loss regime, necessarily.  It has been exactly one year since I changed my diet.  It started out as a spiritual fast, but morphed into a way of life, I think.  All I know is that I feel so much better, have more energy and don't pack on the pounds like I did before I ate this way.  I don't eat any meat (no, not even chicken or fish -- that's meat), any bread, or any sweets.  I get asked, "What's left?"  I eat veggies and fruit, dairy products, pasta and rice, and of course Mexican food.  Have I lost weight doing this?  Yup.  About 40 pounds.  I started last April at 181 (That's a lot when you're 5'2") and weighed in this morning at 138.  (I'm a four time Weight Watcher Droput, btw) Would I like to lose another 10?  Kind of, but I don't know if that 10 lbs would make that much of a difference anyway.  I mean, my skin isn't as elastic as it used to be, so I don't need more sag than I already have, right?  Anyway, the weight isn't the best thing.  The best thing is that I have the energy to keep up with the boys and live my life, and I have no plans to change anything.  I think it annoys some people, that I don't eat certain things, but I've never had a problem anywhere that I've gone, finding something I can eat.  And it's much easier to get full.  One year.  Wow.  I don't think I've stuck to anything for a year before.  Go me.  It isn't so much self-control as it is a stubborn streak a mile wide.  I gotta be me.

I got my prompt for the dgficexchangethis morning.  It is, blessedly, very vague.  Yay.  It's due on Ethan's birthday.  Can't wait to see what everyone comes up with.  

The theatre is doing Into The Woods next season for the first show.  I'm not a singer, but I'd sell my Grandmother into white slavery to play a role in that musical.  (Sorry, Grandma, but I totally would.  I'd pay to get you out once it was over.) Little Red Riding Hood, especially.  I've been listening to the music for the last two days...  and there is NO WAY that I can hit some of those notes without medicinal help.  I'm contemplating taking voice lessons, actually.  What else do I have to do this summer?  Besides vacation (Going to NYC with Mom & Sister -- YAY!) and lay by the pool?  That sounded bratty.  Sorry.  Anyway, Into the Woods is one of my favorites of all time; Act One is wickedly funny, one of the best books around, with a Sondheim score (stinking hard music) and Act Two has huge lessons and morals.  The best kind of theatre.  It makes you laugh, and then makes you think.  I want it so bad I can taste it.  And that's never good.  I guess I have three months to learn how to get up above my small range.  Here I go!