Back from Denver

I'm back from the Mile High City and down half a pound. I consider that a major victory since I had little to no control over the menu when I was out there.

So today I was back to food that I could control and I walked tonight when I got home from work. Two miles and it felt really good. I never exercise when I'm in Denver because I'm afraid I'm going to pass out due to the thin air. Could I be any more dramatic? I just have this fear that I'll pass out and when I come to there'll be this circle of people crowded around staring down at the fat lady (me) laid out on the floor and whispering "Oh thank God she's awake. We weren't sure how we'd get her up off the floor."

Did you ever see "What's Eating Gilbert Grape?" with Johnny Depp? Gilbert's mom weighed like 500 pounds when she died in an upstairs bedroom. Rather than let her become a spectacle and have to be removed from the house with a crane, Gilbert burned the house down instead. That would be me in the Wyndham. OK, now I am being dramatic and I can only blame it on PMS and the fact that I feel really fat today despite the walk and the half pound loss. Ever have those days?

I'm going to go watch the Chi Sox now.