The thing is about Cleveland is that it's real easy for me to ignore how fat I am out here. Arizona brought that to the forefront of my mind. That and Googling the symptoms I had on the two nights last week brought up a possibility other than food poisoning: gallbladder attack. Yikes. My mom had trouble with that and had to have surgery when I was in college. (That incident prompted Dusie's running away and getting caught in and subsequently barred from the state of Kansas). I need to start eating vegetables. That's the cornerstone of any weight loss for me.
So I made salad for dinner, and even Cain (aka Plumpy) wants in on the fun. He was stealing romaine (without dressing!) and trying to eat it.
I think he mostly just likes to chew on green things.
Dusie asked if I'd go to 5:30 Boot Camp with her when I move to AZ. Jesse X won't go with her anymore. I told her I'd think on it.