- Me, to Mimosa: I know I should walk tonight, but I really don't want to.
- Mimosa: Go on, it'll be healthy.
- Me: But it's hooooottttttttt.
- Mimosa: You'll work off that Madrona Burger.
- Me: Yes, but . . . Fine.
- Me: I don't want to walk. It's so hoooootttttt.
- Martini: Man UP! C'mon!
But the minute I got outside I was grateful that they're so bossy. It's a gorgeous night, not humid at all (what on earth is going on inside my house?? Where is all this moist air coming from?), and my muscles were like silky liquid. It was a great walk, gorgeous pink sunset, and I did my full route, 2.37 miles (if I recall correctly — J and I drove it one night, and she faithfully recorded the odometer reading fore and aft).
And by the way, I was down another pound this morning! So exciting.
Today we did indeed have burgers at Madrona Tree, also garlic fries, also frappes, but (1) that was my only meal for today, besides a bowl of Grape-Nuts and skim milk, and (2) it was all organic.
Up next: Who's Line Is It Anyway?, bath, book, bed. All good!
Big job coming tomorrow, I'll be sitting all day, it's doubly good that I pushed myself tonight.
—Lady C, icon of willpower and follow-through