I went to Weight Watchers. No change from two weeks ago, which isn’t bad, considering. Now I’m taking a break from running the vacuum, but I need to get it done so the kids can have lunch.
It seems like all I do is cook and wash and sweep and laundry.
Since I can’t print my budget for June, I have to write it out manually. Then the grocery list.
I will change the OS as soon as I can understand what Linux is like. Dead Corpse is no longer here, so I can’t ask him for insight.
I was going to unpack some books today, but I just didn’t have the heart. I went to Auto Zone and got new wiper blades; the old ones were worse than I thought, but they have been on the truck for almost three years, so it’s way past time to change them.
Since my birthday, I put on seven pounds, so now I have to work at getting rid of it all. I will walk again in the morning.
My paternal grandmother was tied in with Weight Watchers when I was growing up. She never changed much, so I’m pretty sure Weight Watchers would have had more success building around a name like Weight Whackers, or some such.
Anywhoo — watching grandma I learned that cottage cheese helps you keep the pounds you’ve already got. I don’t know how many slices of perfectly good cantaloupe she desecrated with it, but her own advancing age worked more rapidly to trim her figure. It’s not a concern, but if I ever feared wasting away, I’d be into cottage cheese bigtime. I’d just have to serve it with something to mask the flavor.
I’m thinkin’ lasagna.