One might assume I'm smoothing the way with chewy, homemade oatmeal raisin cookies, or tequila. But I'm not. I had one minor dietary slip an hour ago, when I picked up the 3-year-old from my mother's house and stalked directly to her fridge, threw it open, and swallowed a can of Dr. Pepper in one gulp before I had a chance to taste it, or ask permission. I usually ask permission at least. In my opinion, it was worth all 150 caramel-colored calories on a day such as this.
I found two garbage bags full of "club clothes" while digging. (Seriously?! Did I REALLY wear these clothes in public?! And actually DANCED in them?! In FRONT of people?!) They're all size 3,4,5... I can't remember there being a size "0" when I was in high school or college, but I weighed around 120 pounds from the ages of 18-27, and I know a zero would have never fit me. Even so, I have to admit I feel a little wistful as I bag these things up for Goodwill. I mean, couldn't I make some of these items a "goal?" They're not ALL tiny - most of them are actually lycra/spandex (I TOLD YOU - "CLUB CLOTHES!") - and I know that even if my ass ends up being a size
|These are very similar to my club pants. No, I don't remember what I wore for shoes. No, I do not have Alzheimer's.|
I'm not sure where those good luck wishes were directed, but they didn't land on me! ROTFL! Here's dinner, at 6:45 p.m.:
Lean Cuisine Mushroom Pizza: 300 calories
Mike's "Lite" Hard Lemonade: 100 calories
Total for the day (so far): 1670 calories
|Dinner of Champions. WINNING!!!|
It's all good.