Ah, what a difference seven days makes. A week ago, I hit my goal of 10 lbs in 2 months and let out a girly giggle when I stepped off the scale. In the days since, I’ve managed to reverse the trend and gain a couple of pounds right back. Not much of a surprise It wasn’t like I worked at continuing the downward trend. Read the rest of this entry »
I won’t say how much. It doesn’t matter, since really, I could be thirty and feel seriously old (if only). It’s all about perspective. I have no interest in being thirty again—it was a particularly restive period in my life. And without maturity or life-experience, that younger me was not so much pretty, no. If only you could be thirty and have the wisdom of someone—ahem—at my age. It would be the perfect combination. Read the rest of this entry »
Happy Birthday, Papa Juan!
Things I added in the past week:
1 apple cinnamon muffin (which quickly followed the 1 brownie)
3 battered, fried cod fillets
several french fries
5 blueberry pancakes (with syrup)
1 dozen or so Ritz crackers smeared with peanut butter
Things that got no love: Read the rest of this entry »
I am so lucky to have spent your first 4 birthdays with you.
happy birthday, first son.
missing you always
This is not good. Not good at all. Hostess is filing for bankruptcy? Somebody say it ain’t so! The idea that my beloved Ho Hos might no longer tantalize me from store shelves is unnerving to say the least. What am I going to use to relapse? Little Debbie Swiss Rolls? Read the rest of this entry »
Not bad, eh? – 7 pounds in a month of numerous opportunities for all sorts of gluttonous behavior. I made it through with a new sense of purpose and moderation, but I don’t feel like I’ve changed much about my life. Read the rest of this entry »
peace out, 2011