And! I just measured my waist (which I've been measuring daily since I began Phase 2 — I'm a little waist-obsessed, for sure). And guess what: My waist now measures 43.5 inches, down a full half inch from Day 1!
Life is sweeeeeeet.
I'm technically taking a sick day, though I worked several hours this morning and since then have been a whirling dervish of pile eradication — I got so many things done that have been mounting around me. Of course, I still have a trillion more to do, but just like my approach to weight loss: It's a journey. Small but sure steps, one at a time.
What I really want to do is get rid of this freaking cough. I shall now go sit and drink hot beverages and think about how I can con my family into eating all the veg in the fridge before tomorrow's CSA share descends on us, while I dine on hot 'n' sour soup at Szechuan's Dumpling. Hmm . . .
—Lady C, incontinent cougher
p.s. Here's another random thing that Husband and I say sometimes:
The universe owes Li'l Martini a lolly.