Last night I went for a bike ride. Nothing special except that I hadn’t been in the saddle since May. While my husband was chugging away the miles and training for a triathlon I’d found excuses not to ride. It was too hot, I was too tired, laundry was piling up, I had to walk …
I admit I only did three days instead of the ten I’d aimed for. On day three I was ready to kill someone, felt depressed and unbearably hungry. I asked myself why I was doing this and at last…made a spinach salad. Food never tasted this good! I have a new respect for anyone who’s …
Last evening was pretty miserable. The empty feeling in the stomach is just plain uncomfortable. Strangely, I never missed the chocolate, just some decent food I could “chew.” This morning the scale is at 150 lbs so I lost one pound. Yeah. My daughter lost three. (How did she do this?) But as I mentioned …
