So my BA and I are headed to the airport again for another trip for my work. Suffice it to say that I really do NOT want to bring the Stupid Travel Scale because it can't make up its mind about whether it is my friend or not.
Travelling on this program is difficult. Part of me wants to pack the George Foreman Grill and cook on top of the TV in the hotel. But I won't. But I will try to be just as reasonable as possible on the trip and if BA sees me with that wild look in my eye, I've instructed her to tie me to a chair.
We're headed to northern California, which is WINE COUNTRY again dammit. I am allowed an apple on this diet. Actually two apples! I wonder if I can trade in those carbs for a glass O' wine.
Packing apples in the carry on bag this time which might help both alleviate hunger and help me to avoid those Biscotti Cookies that Delta has. Also packing own water. Their child's tea set sized cups are just ridiculous. Must remember to get trashy magazines that will lower IQ while on plane.
The Good Scale read 202.4 today. Thanking God and The George Foreman today.
One Woman's Quest to Lose Large and Ugly Panties Forever
I've had it with ugly panties that fit my large behind. I'm done with clothes for the large woman that just aren't as cute as the clothes I wore twenty years ago. I'm tired of wheezing as I go up the stairs. I've got sixty pounds to lose - because on my fiftieth birthday, I'm dancing naked in a thong, dammit. And it better be pretty. This little bunny rabbit is hopping me down the weight loss lane. I wanted a pair of big granny panties rolling through the grass, but I'm not computer savvy.