... that I just ate a bite of this little devil from Voodoo Doughnut. Right after eating it, I rushed back to my computer and went to one of my favorite websites: MyFoodDiary.com. As I meticulously recorded the quarter of a donut I'd devoured, I realized that logging what I eat feels like I imagine confession might — once I've logged a meal or a snack, a sense of calm (or is it absolution?) envelopes me, as I make peace with what I must do the rest of the day to stay on course ... or accept the fact that the day is a lost cause — but that I'll have a blank slate tomorrow.
This site is so cool (in a health-geek sort of way). In addition to tracking your calorie intake, exercise, vitamins, minerals, and fiber — and producing all kinds of cool, scientific reports and graphs — it allows you to enter daily notes. This is where I confess things like, "Ate a whole pint of ice cream. AGAIN," or record noteworthy occasions: "I think I felt my abs!" All of which adds to my clarity of conscience.
Hmm. Does this mean food logging is my religion?
