Your weekly reduction!

Your weekly reduction!

Your weekly reduction!

Hardly anything is more natural than dancing. A spin here, a twirl there. Dip and float across the floor. I had the chance to see samples of dances from around the world at a recent festival in my town.

This is one of those things that can surprise you in your work. One day you are at the bench behaving as a proper food scientist, the next you're pouring over legal documents making a desperate attempt to understand new food regulations. Let's hope you have a legal department to sift through new legislation.

Well, I've begun running again. I don't mean to throw that in the face of anyone who wants to exercise but for whatever reason doesn't, and feels a puncture of guilt and disapproval each time he hears of someone successfully putting a body in motion.

OK, here it is. I lick my finger and press it into the salt corralled into the corner of an empty pretzel bag. I do it. I do it every time.

I watch my belly grow everyday. Sometimes I think, oh, I just ate, that is why it is round. And then I see it first thing in the morning and I realize, no, there is no food in there.

I look to the garden this May and see short bushy rows of green. Chard, lettuce, radish, spinach, mustard greens, kale. In another month, I will have the makings of many meals that feature vegetables.

Like you, I do my best to eat healthy foods. Sometimes my best is your worst. I mean really. The dinner menu last: chips and salsa and a handful of leftover chocolate Easter eggs.