I didn't post on Monday, my weigh-in day, because I was still thinking in iambic septameter (heptameter?) I think my four baseball poems were more Dr. Seuss than Ernest Thayer. Would that make me Sam Iamb?
Anyway -- last week wasn't a great weight loss week. I ended up losing a half-pound, which actually was reasonable since I started eating on Friday and never really stopped the madness until Sunday night. I'm back on the straight and narrow, now, and even passed up dessert at my writer's group tonight. Slow and steady wins the race, I'm telling myself.
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