Once in a while I get a glimpse of just how much my diet has changed since starting the BTD. Today my husband suggested going to a breakfast buffet after church. We used to do this every month or two. The kids loved the French toast sticks and bacon that I wouldn't buy for them at home. I loved hash browns; I never learned to make them as well as a restaurant does. I also liked the frozen strawberries with whipped cream. My husband always got grits because I rarely made them at home.

We haven't been to the buffet in a long time. When we arrived, my daughter took a look at the choices and realized that everything she liked was either starch or pork. She ordered a grilled chicken sandwich off the regular menu. The salad bar was open so I fixed myself a big salad. Potatoes are avoids, the strawberries are loaded with sugar, and the whipped cream is fake. I got a plate of eggs; everything else seemed to be avoid. My husband got all his old favorites, but his stomach is queasy tonight.

The defining moment came when I sat down with my two plates. My daughter said, "You're not cheating at all, are you?" "No, I'm not," I answered. "Good for you, she replied." The best part was that I really didn't even want to.