But … you knew there was a but coming, didn't you? After a solid year of trying hard, hard, hard to lose enough weight to be on the high side of a normal BMI, I found myself wanting to make Cameron, Nicole and Reese [my favorite gown, by the way] sit down and eat a sandwich, for cryin' out loud! I don't read entertainment magazines, nor do I haunt the E! website, so the only time I see these women is in a role [rarely and usually on Pay-Per-View] or at the Academy Awards.
Three words: Painfully. Thin. Painfully.
And then there was
I'd take her BMI any day.
I totally caved on exercising yesterday. I had every intention, just no energy. I worked on two knitting projects – the pink sweater I wrote about the other day and, since it did turn cold again, a felted bag. Felted things are cold-weather projects, in my opinion, anyway. I was totally sucked in by Gone With the Wind – I haven't watched the whole movie from beginning to end in years.
That's a lot of knitting time.
Today is an easy, three-mile run. The temperature is supposed to climb to 40 this afternoon; that's warm enough for an outdoor run as long as it's not pouring down rain.
Sixty-one days until race day.