(You know, like Good Morning Vietnam but without the living on a different continent. Or sitting in a movie theatre. Yeah. Like that.)
So. Huh. Not much to report. I survived visiting the in-laws. I also survived the constipation that goes with driving for two days. Twice. Go me.
Since January 1st I've somehow managed to lose 15 pounds. Or, more likely, my scale is broken. One or the other.
How'd I do it? Stress, most likely. Increased consumption of rum, true but unlikely weight loss. Not drinking pop. That's a big one. Less sweets. Less late night eating.
Perhaps the biggest news is that I bought AND wore a SKIRT yesterday. I haven't worn one
Oh, and more dancing around to the house. To this in particular.
Happy Monday!
3 comments:
That is so great! Not the constipation, of course. fifteen pounds is a lot of progress. I think the scale probably isn't broken. I'll bet it's the pop and no late night eating.
Good to hear from you here!
Wow! 15 pounds is amazing. Keep up the rum drinking, er I mean not eating late or drinking pop.
WE.NEED.A. PICTURE. OF. YOU. IN. SAID. SKIRT!!
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