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P.PAUL FENECH: The 'F' Word
KILLERMETERS: Charge!
GOB: Muertos Vivos
MATTHEW GOOD: Raygun [EP]
the CIRCLES: Looking Back
FLESH FOR LULU: Cold Flame & Big Love [Single]
ANNALISE: Too Much Music and Too Many Bands [Single]
"I commanded the dog to sit vocally." [I usually like him to recite Keats.]
In a related sentence, the same writer said that the dog" could sit without having to say sit." Rather remarkable, I'd say.
".....some other authors such as P. G. Wholehouse."
"She brought her own flare to the stage."
And finally, these very true words:
"We need to reduce admissions into the atmosphere." [way too many freshmen up there!]
A bientot
love,
becky

And so in a spirit of muted celebration I have arrived at the last day. I can't believe it and I wish I could say it flew by. It did not. It dragged. I wish I had the patience of Julia Child, or of Meryl Streep (shown here auditioning with a new partner for Dancing With the Stars), so that I could have cooked some yummy consoling dishes for my hunger. But I did not. I am a sluggard in the domestic arts and will always choose something easy. I will post here tomorrow or the next day on my final weight and my final thoughts on the whole experiment. Fingers crossed for my final weigh-in.
Breakfast: The Usual 290
Lunch: WW Santa Fe Hamster Fillets 330
Dollop of Thousand Island 50
grapes 70
Dinner: slice of toast YUM 100
WW Mystery Parmesan 310
grapes 60
BreathSavers 60
TOTAL: 1270
EXERCISE: Rain and --no, it can't be true--SNOW no exercise
OPTIMISM: 9
HUNGER: 9
MAIN BITCH: our weather is not like Aruba
LITTLE VOICE: you'll never be able to keep this up.
love,
Shapely under the Drapely
Nearing the end, dear reader. At least the end of the public confessional aspect. GOD, I can hardly wait. I think I will post tomorrow night and then do a final wrap-up on Monday. 

Yum--eraser meat! That's what some of this stuff tastes like in the frozen dinners, at least after a few weeks. I keep thinking about that research project at Tufts. How is it different from any "reduced calorie diet"? I mean really? That's what any diet is, isn't it? The depressing part is that your body doesn't want to do it. Your body can be horsewhipped into it, of course, as mine is being now. But next week? And the weeks after? When no one is watching me and I don't have to record this stuff? Then I might gain a whole bunch of weight really fast and be worse off than when I started. That's why some people say dieting is a trap.
jeans that I couldn't get into a few weeks ago. 






