And still I don’t weigh myself. Too bad there are no smilies in blogs, because just saying that makes me wanna grin, and that one with the big mouthful of teeth would just about perfectly match my feelings on the subject. I mean, sometimes, you’ve just GOT to laugh at yourself, yanno? I want to lose this weight, ahuh…and I THINK I’m doing the right stuff (or continuing to do it) in order to lose it, but here I am, ascairt of a dumb little scale!

No bike riding on Wednesday. By the time I got home at 5:15 or so, the sky was completely black, and not long after I got in the house, it started pouring.

Last night was better. 45 minutes outside trekking around on the bike, then dinner of baked chicken breast, brown rice & black-eyed peas, green beans. One little FF/SF carmel-flavored pudding before going to bed. Lunch was tuna fish on a 100 cal. flatbread, handful of salad greens, one slice of veggie-pretend-American cheese, a little FF/Lo Cal Miracle Whip (to mix the tuna) and a pear. Feeling pretty virtuous, and can-do-it this morning.

Sunday, DH & I have decided to take a drive down to Newport, RI, which is close to where I was born & pretty much raised in Little Compton. I need to see the ocean. It’s about an hour & a half’s drive from here. I’ll pack us a little lunch & some snacks in the cooler so we won’t have to go to a restaurant, which isn’t optimum for me, and DH is perfectly fine with a home-made lunch. We can sit out on the rocks and watch the tide come in. I’m not a real “beachy” person, as in spread a blanket out on the sand with a kazillion other people, and lie in the sun while they run back and forth over you, scraggling up you blanket and kicking sand all over you. I’d rather climb down the rocks (there’s a big rocky jetty-thingy across the street from Ft. Adams State Park) and wait for the waves to rise up over my ankles before I head back up the seawall. Anyway, it’s just the kind of day I need after all the emotional stress and strain with my darling children. I feel like I’ve been through the spin cycle, and am just a quivering, damp and wrinkled lump of fabric. Feel the need to soak up some sun and smell the ocean air, but NOT ambitious enough to go down for the whole weekend, which would involve packing at least a small suitcase, and finding accomodations. Besides, I have grocery shopping to do, and other errands to run tomorrow. And, I want to get in a couple of hours bike riding.

Friday the 13th. Eeek, Huh? Wonder if anybody is actually concerned that they’re going to have bad luck today? Silly superstition. Today is just like every other day - what happens will pretty much depend on our choices, now, won’t it? People have accidents on the 13th and are then convinced that it’s an unlucky day. I drive the Massachusetts Turnpike to work every single day, listen to the traffic reports on the way in, and can say that without exception, there’s an accident - or several - every single day. I guess for somebody out there, every day is unlucky, eh?

Pish tush.

Our little black khat, Yoko, who believes herself to be an intrepid panther at least 100 times bigger than her actual size, slept with me in the spare bedroom last night. DH was left to his own devices to snore, or not snore (that was the question).

Thus, I had an excellent night’s sleep, with predators kept efficiently at bay by my clever and dangerous watch khat. When she yawns, her little befanged mouth is really quite intimidating - or would be, if she were considerably larger.

I must ready myself for <groan> one last day at work before I am released and free for two entire fast-moving days.

Ack.

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