My diet starts today. Well, it’s not a diet — more like a lifestyle change. I let myself go since July, really. When I had surgery to remove my bum appendix. Since then I’ve made excuses not to go to the gym, drink myself silly and eat bad food. Well now it’s time to undo what I’ve done to myself and get back to bras that aren’t tight and pants that fit.

Wish me luck as I battle my demons. May I choose salads over froyo.

I’ve never had a Friday feel so much like a Monday. I have to keep reminding myself that it’s almost the weekend. Someone pinch me.

Thank god this year is coming to a close. May 2015 be better — with less losses, more love and smiles in place of tears.

Be safe tonight. Count your blessings. Drink some bourbon. Hug your friends. And make a resolution to move forward. A wise Facebook post once said, “You can’t move onto the next chapter if you keep rereading the last one.”

Cheers.

I have no words today. Except that sometimes life makes no sense and often doesn’t play fair.

We’re almost there … 2015 can’t come soon enough.

Figured out what I want for Christmas.

Brady ate the elf on the shelf.

I had the pleasure of judging a bacon contest last night at an annual Bacon Party and had to try just about 25 dishes … all with bacon as an ingredient. I sampled numerous dips, appetizers and even a bacon bloody mary. Needless to say, I will be abstaining from bacon for a bit, but it was a delicious experience before the nausea set in.

First place went to strips of chocolate-covered bacon; second place was a Hot Brown casserole; third place was the aforementioned bacon bloody mary; and fourth space, the “sweet” category, went to bacon chess bars made from a family recipe.

Bacon, it’s what for dinner.