Okay, TODAY I’m not going to “graze” anytime, anywhere, anyhow. I hate to even think about weighing myself again, now. Yep…me too…I start off fine, do well through the day, and then by late afternoon, I’m starving (or THINK I am) and once supper’s over (which is always healthy, nutritious, low cal, low fat, high fiber – tsk) I’m STILL thinking about what I want next. Last night I inhaled the last few Christmas cookies that my granddaughter made for our get-together on Saturday, and ALSO ate some chocolate-peanut butter Bugles. And where, you may ask, did THOSE come from? Oh, gawd. Somebody slap me. I bought them at a rest stop on the highway on the way home from work. I have fallen mightily. (I bet you-all could hear the thud way out there in the Midwest and beyond….). I’m horrendously annoyed with myself, refuse to get on the scale, and can only imagine the damage I’ve done to my weight loss momentum. I cannot share this disgusting situation with DH – the man is cheerfully putting in an hour and a half a day on that stinking Wii Fit+ of his, and reported to me last night (big smile) that he’s lost a pound and a quarter since Monday. Oh, blah! And when am I supposed to get in MY Wii Fit routine, anyway? I’m up at 5:30 AM as it is, on the road by 7, at work between 8 and 8:30 – and then home, dragging my butt at 5:30 – 6:00 with supper yet to put together. And no, I don’t want HIM preparing my supper; frankly, I don’t trust him too far in the kitchen. Some nights, I’ll have him stick a few sweet potatoes in the oven, or grate a sleeve of Fiber One cereal so that I can make a meatloaf or stuff some chicken breasts when I get home, but it doesn’t go a whole lot beyond that, although I HAVE taught him to do pork roasts, but who wants a pork roast every single week? ANYWAY, by the time supper’s over (usually 7:30 or so), I am not inclined to spend the next hour and a half before going to bed working out on Wii Fit! (Can’t you just SEE me stamping my foot?)
BUT, I WILL regulate my freaking eating starting today if I have to chew off half the inside of my cheek to control my danged self! Enough is enough. Grrrrrr.
Sorry…just mostly have time to rant this morning, but….glad you’re feeling a bit better,
Lynn; sorry that fitness test ended up being so painful,
Isabella – my gawd, woman, if you work your way up to doing all of that easily, I want to see a video; you KNOW I understand your current stall,
Donna…d’you think you and I should try to reach a joint goal or something, seeing as how we’re both doing kind of lousy right now (?); see,
Bobbi? I KNEW you were getting younger…better watch out because we may have to throw you out of the 50+ group if you keep on going downwards (NO...never

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Freda, in your case, the appetite probably IS caused by the steroids – and see?
You’re smart enough to fill up on popcorn, not chocolate-peanut butter Bugles!
Rosey, pretty country there near the water; I’d LOVE to be near the water, myself. We’re a good hour from the nearest ocean, and I’m not crazy about inland lakes, having been raised on the ocean. Hi
Karen? How are the baby girls? Okay, okay, I KNOW I’ve missed some of us, but I’ve really got to run. Have a great day, everybody, and PLEASE send strong thoughts my way to give me strength in my battle against runaway appetite!

Z