Well, bye bye June, I'll remember as the month when the weather started to suck.
I should have said something about Sunday. On the way back from showing my buyers, I drove north on Buford Highway, a 2-lanes-each-side stretch of road that goes from the retail heart of Atlanta to the 'burbs of Buford some 25 or so miles north. I live of a street at about the mid-point. Because Buford Highway runs pretty directly north-south, there are a lot of streets that cross and intersect with it. One such thoroughfare is Pleasant Hill Road, which is about 2 miles south of my neighborhood. The way that you get from Buford Highway to Pleasant Hill is by way of a little cloverleaf/spaghetti junction affair.
Got that little geography in your head? Good. So...I'm driving north and I'm in the slow lane, which is also the exit lane for the cloverleaf, and out of nowhere, an SUV with California plates drives past me and cuts me off, making a sharp turn onto the Pleasant Hill off-ramp at the last moment. Thing is this: the tag on the SUV was a vanity plate that read "DENNIS Q".
Think for a moment, and name me three people you know whose first name is Dennis, and whose last name begins with Q.
Thought about it? Can you think of more than one? Me neither. And so I have concluded that I was cut off, by a swerving, veering, Dennis Quaid.
This crazy Dennis, one presumes, and not:
This Dennis "normal" looking Dennis, who is apparently playing the worlds two tinest violins for me and my lack of progress towards 230lbs.
So, that was an uncontrived segue, huh?
I weighed myself before dinner tonight, and I was thrilled when the scale read 230.1lbs. An hour ago all the good food and wine had put me back to 233lbs. Which is why Dennis is playing the tiny violins.
For those interested enough, breakfast was a chicken salad sandwich, lunch was chicken salad and dinner was...
...actually, raise your hand if you know what Rotolo is...
No wait, your pants are on fire...
Rotolo is an Italian dish that blends, in this case, a sauce made with zucchini (courgettes) and bacon (or prosciutto), with spaghetti.
You make the pasta and the sauce and then lump them into the same pot and stir them together, then you get a giant fork (we used a meat themometer fork), and you twist it in the spaghetti mixture to make a ball, like wool.
Then you drop the wooly spaghetti onto a plate and consume it. It was good, and no one was more surprised than me, when I finished a food that includes zucchini. Then I had a yogurt and a couple of brownies. Then I weighed myself with the aforementioned distressing results.
Still haven't had my daily walk, but I'm not hopeful that it will shed 3lbs for me.
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