I ran outside. It wasn't easy, and I meant to run further, and I about died coming up our hill (it's a mile long and has some illegally steep parts). But. I ran. Outside. Then I came back and ate and ate and ate beans until 4:30 when husband came home early, "why are you home early?", "It's the doctor/dinner party, remember?" Woops, I sort of forgot. Crammed myself into skirt, which skirt's waist was suddenly way way too tight. I sort of held my breath for the next four hours of smiling, laughing, and EATING. I did not enjoy the eating part and am now happily home, wearing sweats, not eating, and heading to bed. |