Three things about my diet

I'm mostly going to shut up about the fucking diet, because I know no one but me cares, but give me a break! I have thirty posts to write this month, man!

1. I told laurelwood yesterday that I was considering making this week's theme Rue, Despair, and Agony, but then I got dressed and went to work, and have since had to revise my plans. See, today I wore a pair of perfectly good jeans, a favorite pair, for the last time; I am having to retire them on account of they now sort of fall off my hips. This isn't quite as impressive as it sounds, since the jeans were loosish twelve pounds ago, but still, I can't remember the last time I had to retire an article of clothing because it was in danger of leaving me standing round in my underwear.
   
   So I'm too pleased to be miserable.



2. I've also been working out, just low-impact stretchy stuff. I'm doing great on most of the flexible bits, and the wimpy-ass pushups are hard because there's all that weight to push up, but there's this one exercise that is KILLING ME I TELL YOU, even though it sounds perfectly innocuous. You curve your back into a forward-facing C, clasp your hands in front of you with your arms parallel to the floor, and hold. It works out this particular set of mid-back muscles (the internets are breaking in to tell me that they are my latissimus dorsi) that I have apparently never used once in my entire life. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.



3. In case you were wondering, double-crisp ears are (by my estimate) worth three weight watchers points. In case you were wondering, I had no trick-or-treaters at my parents' Deliverance-style deep-woods-Georgia house. In case you were wondering, I have a whole bag of these things. And yet: I have only eaten one per day. Because I am that awesome. Just in case you were wondering.