Monday, August 08, 2005

Thus begins the week of detox. I swear, after Saturday's food, fried chicken and then Arby's, I woke up the next morning puffed to the max. All the salt made me retain more water than even PMS. That has to be why I'm up to 160, has to be. Ug. I'm thinking about walking to the bus stop, instead of driving the car. It'll take 45 minutes, Hubby says, and is two miles away. I don't mind the walk, but do mind the sweat. It's already 79 degrees outside.

Lemon, my hated car, is half dead. I'm charging it right now, and have to meet the girls at the library for lunch. If it's not one thing, it's millions other.

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