COME ON AND ZOOM, ZOOM
Even when I have an evening when I “don’t have anything to do,” I can suddenly realize that it’s 9:41 p.m. and where in the hell did my evening GO?! Out the bloody window, apparently. At Weightwatchers after work I managed a pleased, if slightly pained smile, at the revelation that I lost 4 hectograms this past week. All summer long I have been struggling with the same damn kilo. It will NOT GET OFF OF ME. It’s like everyone’s nightmare small-child tantrum, clinging with a pincer grip around your legs (or in this case, your hips) and shrieking NO...