Day One: weight lost, 2 pounds. Total weight lost, 2 pounds. Hey, it’s only day one.
Yes, I worked out. I made myself do it, and promised myself that the endorphins would make it worthwhile. I don’t know if they hit, though, because after I worked out, I sat on the couch to watch the news and I passed out for 20 minutes.
Still, I resisted all temptations. (It wasn’t easy. I forgot I had 2 packs of 100-calorie Hostess Cupcakes in the ‘fridge. I can’t have them for the first 2 weeks, so they might wind up being Alex’s.) I also didn’t turn on the laptop after I got home. Maybe that had something to do with it. I’m almost done with the baby spiderghan I started in mixed colors; the afghan barely made a dent in them. Tonight I put on the edging and that’s it. On to something else so I can continue to use up my yarn stash.
I pushed forward with the rewrite, but I think I’m stuck. I want Paul and Grace to meet on equal terms and I can’t seem to get out of his introspection. Granted, he has a lot to think about, but still. The way the scene had been set up, they crashed into each other, but I have to change that; it’s not realistic. Even when I’m deep in thought while I’m walking, I’d notice if someone like Paul Dante was about to cross my path. (Did I mention that Josh Holloway is my placeholder for Paul?) We’re not looking at houses today, though, so maybe I’ll take a SBD (South Beach Diet) walk at lunchtime and see if I can’t clear the logjam in my head.