1. I look hot this morning (so sayeth the man and the mirror). Naturally, I attribute this to the wondrous and restful night of sleep, not hearing the alarm disturbance at 5:50am, but rather being awakened by the sun and the surging sound of traffic that I convince myself nightly is just the ocean lulling me into slumber. Lifting some weights last night has made me glow, despite the brevity of the gym visit. I'm amused by my current read (Stiff by Mary Roach--fabulously funny and more than a little morbid--this is my kind of woman). I didn't eat all of my dinner last night (more amazing black bean soup) and I feel confident that I'll be pleasantly surprised by the scale this morning.
2. I am not pleasantly surprised by the scale this morning.
3. I contemplate throwing the scale out the 17-story window. It has obviously chosen to ignore the memo (see 1.).
4. I curse that pack of seemingly innocuous Life Savers that I nibbled on yesterday to get a sugar rush that would keep me awake, but that mostly made me hyper and loud and overly-amused at my officemate's insistence on perfecting and displaying "ice dancer head" (though it was really very exuberant head-turning, and the near leap and nearer topple from the revolving plush chair, followed by a rousing round of Humdinger wherein we made each other guess and sing along with a variety of Sound of Music tunes, were all quite entertaining-slash-frightening).
5. Now I have to go downstairs and run. Run! Tell those stubborn phantom pounds who's the boss. Invisible Tony D. No more 163-164 for me.
6. I hate you Life Savers!
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You can dew it honey. I love you more than you already know. I love you more than meat loves salt! I love you more than baseball loves spittle. I love you more than grout loves X14. Okee. Need to find a penguin to shave.();
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