I looked at my closet. Outrageous number of clothes. I really only have three favorite work outfits and one favorite weekend outfit.
I purged my closet. Now I'm down to the three and the one and then the requisite funeral attire. Rocking! Streamlined! I can travel on my belly.
Then I bought new clothes. This wasn't prompted by clothing withdrawal so much, instead I paid for Mom's real estate taxes and I thought, "That was no fun at all. When was the last time I bought new clothes?" Now I have eight new things. Stupid.
So, not traveling on my belly. One hopes I suddenly hate it all and can return it before I wear any of it.
What do you cook as a thank-you for the Physical Therapy staff? The least healthy food ever.
Pig Candy AND Oreo Balls. (I have seen too many recipes for Oreo Balls, but if you don't know it's one package Oreos crumbled, 8 oz cream cheese, roll into balls, dip them in something.)
Yeah, you just try and exercise that off, healthy people. Go for the burn.