I’m down about half a pound this week, which is fine with me since I lost six last week. I was afraid three of those pounds were going to come knocking on my door again to tell me “Sorry, we weren’t actually lost. There was just an accident on the interstate and we had to take the detour. Here we are! Back again!” Pounds have the tracking instincts of hounds. But I seem to have shaken these for the time being. Let’s hope they haven’t tagged me with a tracking device.
Later: Hiding behind health
Earlier: Two out of three ain’t bad
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