As predicted, the cake, beer, etc. was not helpful. Up a pound this week to 263. If I was y’all I’d be about sick of reading me not making progress. Thanks for stickin’ with me.
I’m worn out, frustrated and fresh-out of bon-mots. Lucky for you, my crack research director found this amazing article from the Washington Post. I’d really like you to read it, and I promise I’ll get you something fresh and original on Monday.
Skipping Dessert 