Tuesday! Not Monday anymore!

Today is week 12, day 3. I weigh a respectable 153, which is still less than I was when I started this adventure, but I'll take 153 over 148, which is where I was just a week and a half ago. All of my trousers are still fitting, and some are even loose. I look totally normal, and I'm not one to prance around in tight little tank tops, so don't come here cruisin' for week-by-week photos. There won't be any.

I spent most of my morning in Sleepytown, where I had some strange dreams and finally rose around 10, thinking, "It's past lunchtime in Washington..." Checking the time on the east coast is something I do regularly, sorta to check on my productivity. This thought was personal code for, "You're being lazy!"

However late it was, I think that the long rest actually helped me have a decent day. I managed to go to meet someone I never met before and not vomit on them. In fact, I didn't feel lousy until after the meeting. And because I had packed my snacks ahead of time and even made time to get a ginger stash before I went to the meeting, I felt pretty decent through the entire 8 mile ride home. I even drank orange juice! I felt like oj, so I bought some when I picked up my Rx. This is the first time I've given in to the oj desire, though I've had it for a few days and was wary of the acidity. Last time I tried eating a grapefruit, things didn't go very well.

I decided pulp free would be a good compromise, and I was overjoyed when I drank nearly a half a gallon of the stuff this afternoon. Yay! Is the end near? I'm not pushing my luck. Check back in a few days. I'll keep you posted.