I'm standing around with my hands in my pockets but that's because I have to hold my pants up. Back to losing weight -- since June, I'm 30 lbs down with another 30 to go.
Last time I did this, I was sure I would never get fat again. After all, I'd lost the weight the Right Way, slowly, with lifestyle changes, mindful eating, yada yada.
I didn't realize how much my body loathes being thin and how much it loves chocolate and eating and yummmm food.The moment my back was turned on the counting of calories, the weight jumped back on.
Also older bodies just don't burn it.
In other news about me, me, me. I'm having a tough time getting this story going. Come on, story, write yourself. Dammit.
And Columbus was a horrible person, maybe, but having a Monday off is a fine idea.
Yeah, just writing random stuff to get a post up even though blogging is dead. Blathering about oneself on a blog is
1. A form of necrophilia.
3. Not really worth mentioning.
depending on one's mood.