While Brooklynne and I were at the Filling Station Saturday, I came to the realization that there is no dessert or treat that I like better than a milkshake. Brooklynne tried to challenge that notion by listing every good, sweet thing she could think of, but I could definitely say that there was nothing that either of us could think of that I would enjoy more than a milkshake. In fact, give me an endles eggnog milkshake and some fritos, and I'll be happy forever.

Actually, not really. I would be fat. Have you noticed that 3 out of the 5 "things that I love" have been junk foods? I think I'm addicted to junk food.

Which doesn't make it easy for me this winter, since Evan, Dad, and I are locked in a weight-loss battle royale. We each have a goal and we're racing to see who can get there first. I've lost 4 pounds in the first week by simply eating less and minimally increasing my level of physical activity (20 pushups and 25 situps--total--one short bike ride in place of driving, and an hour of basketball with the guys). I really need to pump up that excercise because what's the point of being skinny if you can't have a milkshake? Just ask Daniel Day Lewis.