We’re keeping to the diet. Jane’s on a heckuva plateau that’s fighting her hard, and she got an awful upset stomach from the mold involved in the fishtank cleanup downstairs—nothing would work to settle it, and she finally got it quiet with some sweet potato chips we had on hand, so it’s not her fault: she didn’t eat those for recreation. She was really miserable, and she helped me out after I was worm-stung and exhausted. So I’m down a pound and she’s up on, after eating the same thing…except the potato chips a day ago.
But we’re sticking fast to the diet, and it’s continuing to work. I’ve got a couple of recipes that keep us from diet boredom: can of chili split between us, over cheeseburgers, no bun; and chicken strips with bamboo shoots, green beans in coconut milk with bamboo shoots and red curry powder. The rest is typical.
I fit into size 12 stretch jeans! Not only that, I may make it to non-stretch…these are a little loose. I’m going to see if I can find my old khaki cargo pants I devoutly saved 20 years ago, telling myself I’d fit into them again.