I thought I had given away all my old trousers. I found a small stack tucked away in the back of my closet. They should’ve gone to the GoodWill or the parish rummage sale years ago. Amazingly, I can now fit into the size 36’s. I think I’ll more likely be donating the 41’s I’ve been wearing the past few years.
Diet report: 33 pounds off in 39 days.
Curious thing that I dreamed about cheese and crackers the other night. If I’m going to dream about food, why not a butter-rich Indian dish? Or a nice plate of pasta? Or my sister-in-law’s award-winning blueberry pie.
On the plus side, my coach and I discussed amending my goals. Since I’ve done so well toward my target weight, why not aim, she suggested, for my optimal BMI? Another fifteen pounds–should have no problem knocking that off. 33 down, 32 to go. Speaking of the thirties, I used to wear 34-34’s when I was in college. Kind of a nice symmetry to it all, don’t you think?
Let’s leave off with a nice plate of Chicken 65: