Judge not...

I re-watched last week's Grey's Anatomy last night, and for the second time felt grossed out when Izzy talked about eating a pound of butter when no-one is looking. It occurred to me afterwards that there are equally gross things that I could do (I usually show some self-control!!) - like eat a tub of feta cheese, on chunk at a time. Or eat a bag of two-bite brownies all by myself, in one sitting...

Guess it's about indulgence. And satisfaction. And that fact that cheese and brownies are good...

Talk to you soon.

jam packed

It's Tuesday night and I feel a bit like I'm only now recovering from a very busy weekend. It was good busy, not bad, but busy is busy, regardless of good or bad.

I'm tired and cranky, but have every faith that tomorrow is a new day - and maybe, just maybe, I'll get a good night's sleep tonight...

33

Two days ago I was almost 33. Yesterday was my 33rd birthday!! Today I am on my way to 34. Amazing how much things change in a matter of days.

Talk to you soon!