Thanks to Vickie for mentioning the hungryforhunger blog. I spent a fair amount of time there yesterday, and have concluded beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'll never be afflicted with anorexia nervosa. My brain hasn't, doesn't and, it's safe to say, won't work the way the writer's wife does. Like M@rla, my heart aches for them.
I watched commercial-sized chunks of Thin last night, but was more interested in and entertained by House and Nip/Tuck. Thin, being a documentary, wasn't designed to entertain, though. At any rate, I can't comment on it because I didn't really watch it. I set the DVR to record a later airing. This is the first time I've tried to schedule a recording session, and I don't have a teen-ager in the house, so I'll be surprised if it worked. Read the manual? Who, me?
Yesterday was a great day as far as food goes. I stayed within my calorie range and I wasn't hungry at all, thanks to choosing fruit for a snack instead of crackers or an English muffin, which is what I really wanted. And while I usually don't have to be hungry in order to eat something I want, after I ate an apple I just didn't feel like eating any more of anything.
Y'all know how often I have to clean my floor, right? Well, I recently ordered a Roomba, which was delivered Monday. While I cleaned the master bathroom yesterday, I turned it loose. It performed exactly as promised on my acre of fake-wood flooring. I haven't tried it on any carpeted surfaces yet, so the jury's still out, but the literature says it works great on pet hair. I have quite a stockpile of pet hair here, and I don't mind sacrificing any of it to my geeky domestic aide.
Unfortunately, it doesn't mop, and the only way to eliminate dog footprints is by mopping. I actually broke the mop yesterday – snapped the end of it right off the handle. Does vigorous mopping count as exercise?