So I have a mirror now. I know, most people have them, but we really only had the medicine cabinet mirrors. Then we remodeled the downstairs half-bath (my bathroom) and the husband hung a real mirror over the vanity. Yeah, facing the toilet. The mirror is nothing short of girnormous, and there’s no escaping it.
Now, I’ve known all along that I’ve gotten a little broad in the beam, but…I’m not sure there’s a quaint colloquialism for this. Let’s just say I don’t like that mirror.
I whined to my sister, who naturally suggested Weight Watchers. Yeah, well, you’re not putting me in a meeting room with a bunch of other women. It sounds like a Tupperware party, only without the nachos and cookies. But in the course of the conversation, she mentioned a book—The Calorie King: Calorie, Fat & Carbohydrate Counter. It even has restaurant figures.
After trying unsuccessfully to buy a battery for my camera for the second day in a row (long story), I consoled myself with a trip to Borders and happened to see the book, so I grabbed it.
I wish I hadn’t.
I use up more than my recommended daily calorie intake just in my beverages.
I’m kind of in :ignore: mode about that right now. I also, while at Borders, picked up a Silhouette Desire, Baby on the Billionaire’s Doorstep by Emily McKay, which was recommended to me. I think I might read that.
And try not to :popcorn: