Tonight is pie night. A fun tradition at our theatre celebrating the halfway mark of each show. Since we live in town and the majority of the performers are from out of town, we are hosting the soiree. It's early in the day and I am already worrying about the amount of will-power it will take to politely refuse cherry, key-lime and coconut cream. If they just happen to bring butter brickle pistachio I won't eat a slice. I could spend 6 hours in the pool. That might eat up enough calories in advance. I could invite the guests in and leave to take a walk around the neighborhood. I will be grappling with this most of the day and will probably have to blog several times as I attempt to rewire my brain around pie night.
Weigh in was four ounces less than yesterday. Yes, ounces. After menopause, metabolism slows down to the pace of a slug....no slower than that.
Sincerely,
I'm Not Oprah
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