I spent a lot of Monday writing in my journal about my visit to Linda
Stitt’s Words and Music Salon on Saturday.
Although I don’t own a
scale and the drug store down the street no longer has a scale with which I can
scientifically keep track of this kind of thing, it feels to me like I’m losing
weight. When I finished my annual fast at Easter I had made the decision to
only eat three moderately sized meals a day with no snacks in between, and I’ve
kept with it. On top of that I went back to a diet I’d started a few years
before in which I didn’t eat bread, pasta or sugar on Mondays, Tuesdays,
Thursdays and Fridays. Back then I
didn’t keep it up. I don’t seem to be bulging out in my stomach as much as
before but the real tell is a pair of pants that had been getting pretty hard
to button back in the winter have gotten easier to fasten.
I’ve been watching the
fifth and second to last season of Leave It to Beaver. It seems to be, and I
think this is true of most sitcoms, that after the second season they run out
of interesting ideas and just think of unusual situations for their audience to
be amused by.
One thing they are
doing this season is precisely alternating episodes that feature Beaver and
ones that showcase Wally.
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