…order a salad when she goes out for lunch today. Because this not-wearing-jeans thing is getting out of control. It’s raining out and I’m trying to decide whether I want to a) wear my too small jeans with one button undone, work extra hard to cover up remaining muffin top, not breath through lunch, and risk the second button bursting under the pressure or b) wear a skirt and boots, be able to breath through lunch, but risk being stupidly cold. Argh.
Salad for lunch today. Long walk with Budsie tonight and tomorrow. Running starts up again when A. returns. Enjoy your time here while it lasts, Last Ten Pounds. Your days are numbered…
ezmy writes 
I resolve almost every day to eat salad for lunch, but then I get hungry. I want 5 pounds to go away so that my jeans fit right again. It is so so hard!
SO hard. Sigh. And red wine should have way less calories. As should Guinness. Boo to it all.
I still subscribe to the philosophy that wine has no calories. It’s good for us, darn it!