Get to Weight Watchers. Step on the scale. A new low. 118.8 pounds. Alexander tells me that I just need to lose another ten. He's kidding of course.
I'm going to Chicago/St. Louis and the Cape in late July/early August and I want to have wiggle room so I can eat a good Midwestern steak, and those great fried clams of Massachusetts. All guilt-free.
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