Those of you who really have to hoof it to lose a pound will appreciate my relief this morning. I gained maybe 1/2 to 1 pound over vacation (180.5 or so) so I am happy and also feel like I dodged a bullet, because quite a lot of ice cream and cookies went down my piehole. Says a lot about the value of activity, whatever Time magazine may claim to the contrary.
Tired today, which is maybe not surprising. More or less back on the wagon and looking forward to more good work. I had a slew of observations about the eating styles of the people we vacationed with, but decided this was too controversial for a blog that might conceivably be seen, so I will only say that the kinds of foods that the three represented families ate (or didn't eat) was surprisingly well reflected in their beach bods. I know it's way more complicated than that, but in this case, it seemed to be pretty straightforward-- the Really Clean Eaters (not us) looked the leanest, with a sliding scale to the more Pop-tart friendly.
Anyway, a picture of four lovely girls on Hatteras, one mine.
My middle daughter. Isn't she perty?
My little one flying a kite, followed by my two daughters and a Best Friend: