My solo went well, and the party was quite fun.

As always, the no-faces rule means that you are getting pictures of inanimate objects instead of people, as though the objects were the point of the party.

This is of course not the case. The people are always the point. We had a good time.

You can see why the party had to delay my re-entry into eating properly.

Eating right is not difficult or mysterious. Or at least it doesn’t have to be. If you do not have special sensitivities or moral qualms, then eating a variety of foods that occur naturally and have been only minimally processed is all you have to do.

Our salad from yesterday is an excellent example. It had grilled chicken, romaine lettuce, snow peas, apples, blueberries, and pine nuts — that is, a little bit of lean meat and a good variety of plant foods.

It was delicious, too. It isn’t unpleasant to eat right, any more than it is difficult.

Here’s the thing, though. On the same table, there was also The Empress’s salmon dish, which had a layer of cream cheese and butter, as well as some wholesome pesto and salmon.

And there were all those cookies and little cakes which I made. They contained butter (saturated fat) and white flour and sugar (simple carbohydrates — that is to say, those carbohydrates which have been processed to the point of containing neither fiber nor nutrients).

And there was Janalisa’s punch, which had fruit juices and pureed strawberries, but which also had orange soda in it. There we are talking high-fructose corn syrup, which is a sugar source so highly processed that there is some suspicion that the body deals with it even less well than it deals with natural sugar.

That’s what daily life in Hamburger-a-go-go-land is like. There are certainly plenty of wholesome choices. However, there are also plenty of unwholesome choices.

And often the unwholesome choices taste good.

I am returning to a normal school-year schedule today, in spite of the various issues hanging fire in my life. I am returning to healthy eating and 120 minutes a week of cardio and two strength sessions and 40 hours a week of work at my primary job and regular housework. I can expect whining from my kids and resistance from myself, at least the portion of myself that wakes me up at 4:00 a.m. with ideas that require me to run right to the computer, and logistical complications.

I am determined.