So I'm keeping busy today to ignore the giant hole in my stomach and fantasizing about steamed broccoli when my doorbell rings and the cutest little Boy Scout is on my porch delivering the giant bag of Caramel Crunch Popcorn I ordered. Argh!
No, I'm not really tempted - the broccoli actually sounds better - but given my precarious state at the moment, I'm questioning that idea that we're never given more than we can handle
Think it's time to go for a walk, despite the 6" of snow and super-cold weather . . . .