Down to 221.6 this morning, although that has more to do with a stomach bug than any virtuous new commitment to exercise.
V.’s gone for a month, and it’s particularly difficult this time around, for some reason. Maybe it’s the lack of sunshine, or the presidential primary, or the extreme exertion of having to breath in […]
Today your job is to love your body. Be honest with your doctor, and yourself.
Tornadoes.
I mean, the people are nice, and my family is lovely and all, but give me a perfectly-shaped stovepipe funnel cloud, and I myself am on cloud nine.
I proposed that we spend our next vacation storm-hunting in Kansas, and my husband graciously offered to lend me his camera and write guest posts about how his […]
Dear Diary,
Today I skipped breakfast, got a moderately healthy lunch (Thai chicken wrap with peanut sauce) that I didn’t quite finish, ate exactly 30 pistachios for a snack, and then mainlined two packages of pez. Because they were there.
This evening I joined an online diet support site, took one look at the blinkie-infested message board […]
He found he had it just after opening the Christmas Card my sister sent.He called me, immediately, at work.
And told me I had Syphilis.
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