On Sunday I fly to Nicaragua. My new friends are picking me up and we're going straight to Granada to spend a week in a rented house at the lake!
Oh: today I weighed myself at the Bank of America lobby in uptown Charlotte NC. On one of those crazy antique scales. It said 144 pounds. But I had my shoes and purse on. Surely my shoes and purse weigh 24 pounds? I am hoping to get one of those stomach parasites that come up through your feet while in Nicaragua. You know the kind that make you lose a bunch of weight? That way I won't have to actually do the Zumba program I paid $70 for and never used. (I brought it with me. Maraca weights and all. If I decide to give up on those babies, my backpack will be at least 5 pounds lighter.) More to follow.
p.s. I phoned this one in Mitch. No photo.