because the beach is calling to me. "Come walk!" I can see the ocean from one window and the sound from the other. I would not get a thing done if I lived here, so maybe it's a good thing I don't. (Maybe.)
Just a quick post to say, thank you for your supportive comments on my grainy pictures! You all will help me try not to consume too much in the way of s'mores and Blizzards while on vacation. I have no way of checking my weight (I downplayed my husband's plan of bringing weights, and nixed my own thought to bring the scale.) All I can do is look at myself sideways in the morning anxiously and check for bulges :) We are doing a ton of walking and wave jumping and running up and down a four-level beach house, so I have a fighting chance.
I will also go to the strenuous effort of linking the following article which I came across through "Exceptionally Fat." He points out the Time article silliness more calmly than I could, though there's a little sarcasm leaking through there (can't be helped, I think.)
Tom Venuto article