Food tantrum? Too many syllables! How about a fantrum? Or a food fit? Or just the smilie

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Red, when the boys at the bar "don't get" the whole diet thing, it's not because they think beer and a diet don't go together. You can search the world, and not find two young men who realize there are calories in beer. As another old boyfriend (they were legion) once said, "There's (sic) no calories in alcohol. Rubbies are always skinny." Of course he hadn't thought about the fact that rubbies don't eat much if at all, they exist on booze and live rough. Anyway, they (the boys, not the rubbies) probably think you look fine, if they think about you in that way at all. Or should I say if they do in fact think at all.
Ees, I'm with you on commenting only when the spirit moves (free translation of what you wrote

). As for your jogging, I'm so jealous! I get my new orthotics on Tuesday and am so hoping I'll be able to run again one of these days.
Major breakthrough on the unfriendly cat front today: little Lily actually didn't squirm and leave when I picked her up - for the first time she relaxed and purred while I scratched her head, and now she's sitting on the footstool next to my legs. She likes me, she really likes me!! (Okay, I'm pathetic. But if you knew her you'd understand. Okay, make that very pathetic.) And with that the little minx has picked herself up and moved to another chair. Just toying with my affections, I guess. I do have a life, I swear I do.
Happy news on the scale: moving back down to a more acceptable weight. I won't do anything to my ticker until Monday, but things are looking good.
As for challenges, still doing some stealth work. No announcements yet.
Bye
