Yay! We’re finally in the 250’s! Totally a psychological thing, but I like hitting another decade of numbers. It’s like watching the odometer on a car rollover to 100,000 miles. Another reason to celebrate – for the first time the amount of weight I have left to lose is a two digit number.
Last night I dreamt I baked a big batch of éclairs, stuffed full with creamy, custardy goodness. I was quite disappointed to wake up and discover there weren’t any to eat, especially after all the work I put into them in the dream. I had an omelet instead which was not only better for me but much more filling considering it actually existed. Of course, the imaginary food didn’t have any calories, which probably makes it the most perfect food in the universe.