Well, Red, it seems we're still feeling a little introspective today. Which in my world calls for THE SONG OF THE DAY!! And of course you need to remember that while I'm not tone deaf, when I start singing people around me blanche, dogs whimper, cats hiss.... Nonetheless, here it is:
"Welcome to the Hotel California, It's a lovely place..... da-da, da-da, ... you can check in any time you like, BUT YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE." So don't even try to leave us! Resistance is futile!
I like your new challenge. It sounds a little like a WW Core-type regime, with a few extra hurdles because you're vegetarian. But if you do as you say, you can't help but slim down and give little Thunder's back a rest. (What is her name anyway?) Maybe if the diet doesn't work you could just get a Clydesdale for fat days?

The atmosphere is getting a lot more serious on this thread all of a sudden, about time if you ask me.

I think we may have gotten a little side-tracked picking tough lifestyle challenges (no booze?

) and forgotten sobriety won't necessarily make us thin. Although in my case it will definitely help.
I realized last night that I could chop a lot of calories - like about 500 a day - just by dropping my new-found coffee habit. I don't REALLY like coffee all that much, but with enough cream and sugar (double-double as we Canadin Tim Horton's fans say) it is more like dessert, and of course when it comes to dessert I'm always prepared to make the supreme sacrifice. So I've been sacrificing several times a day, becoming more and more of a caffeine-head and just PURRING as I lap up all that nice sweet creamy coffee. Of course I won't drop the diet coke and pepsi until I'm ready for withdrawal, and I can have my nice half caf skim latte with splenda sweetener every morning. All in all, that should be good for a pound a week.
Today's step count was around 7000 - at lunch I stayed put instead of shopping. And I'm very stiff from my gazelle/step antics yesterday. By tomorrow I may be totally seized up, but I'M NOT WHINING. In spite of what may be a cold. (Actually, I fell asleep on the couch after dinner and slept for 3 hours. Feeling much better now and may not really have a cold at all...)
As I type the tv is on in the background, and I just realized I missed a report on why educated women aren't as happy in the bedroom. Hmmm. I don't need a study as regards this educated woman: no man/no nooky, tired mattress, snooty cats that want to sleep elsewhere and don't like to be touched, reproachful piles of laundry and untidy this and that.... But I digress.
Now that I've bored you all to sleep, it's time to call it a day for today, Day 2. Maybe a little gazelle if I can drag myself into an upright position... Along with 6 other people I'm in a lottery pool for tonight's $40 Million Can (equivalent in US dollars: about $3.42

), so if I win I will never again accept a day's work, just work out what I've booked. And I could hire a full-time cook/cleaner/catsitter. Ah, this is the stuff that dreams are made of. (RB, old girl, please correct that too, too approximate quote...)