1. We finally saw the Pixar award-winner last month. If you can take the first five minutes, you might enjoy the rest of the movie. I laughed out loud at the characterization of the dogs and I couldn’t help but love the unfailing optimism (except when hungry) of the young protagonist. What remains is the overwhelming feeling that even now, more than a week later, I want to cry when I think of the old man putting his hand over his wife’s handprint on the mailbox in an effort to be near her.
3. Things are looking that way as the needle on my scale goes down! Now don’t get too excited, ‘cause the pants are still a problem, but at least things are going in the right direction and with nary an issue in the craving and binge department. How? Reversing how I got here. For the last twelve days I’ve had no refined or added sugars (that includes the one, season opener ice cream), no grains, lots of protein, including dairy (emergency cheese ™) and meat (pass the bacon, please), carbohydrates from veggies, homemade green juice, and nuts. Nuts, I say. I don’t care how packed full of fat they are, I won’t put nuts on my verboten list unless it is discovered that Thin Mints are the key to cellular efficiency. Only with that substitution could I possibly manage without their particularly crunchy goodness.