Time for the Changing of the Closet. Cast the linens into the outer darkness of the basement. Bring up the sweaters to greet the first chilly weekend.
However, this weekend I suddenly got sick. Epic Sick, spewing sick, pouring sick, shall I sit or shall I kneel sick, throw away ALL the leftovers sick. I have no idea what I ate or did to bring this on.
I hoisted myself to the bathroom counter and washed out my mouth. Then, panting and shaking, I thought, "Now would be a great time to get on the scale."
HaHA! 204.9! Down from 222.8 two months ago. (South Beach, but the fatty cove of South Beach where ladies snack on way more than 15 pecans.)
Only 2.5 pounds of that weight lass was due to the sick. That's not exact: it's not as if I weighed myself before I got sick and then after. Of course, I've done that before. I didn't think of it this time. (And be assured, I'm not making myself sick. I'm just focusing on the positive.)
So then I went down to the basement and brought up the winter clothes. Clothes were all too big! I went back down and extracted 2006 winter clothes. Fit just right. Then I went and got 2005 jeans.
"No! Don't do it!" Gary roared.
So, the 2005 jeans are in the closet, waiting for a day I feel really really nauseated.