the my husband is down 4 of the 4.5 pounds he "gained" this weekend. i'm down... one of the four. balls. so very, very jealous of him. and proud. but mostly jealous.
my stomach is still, ah, sluggish and out of sorts, as my mother would say. and maybe i'm not being as careful as i should be with food. maybe because my tummy hurts. and i'm definitely not working out enough.
today is fresh and shiny and new, though. i've had turkey bacon and canned (lite) peaches. i'm working on my black coffee. i've got a wholesome lunch packed and dinner is ready to go. and then i spin.