Must share the smug. Ten days ago my left knee went on strike, as it were. Refused to
I am now ten pounds lighter than I was ten days ago, and I'm not actually starving to death. Any more, at least. Go me.
(This rate won't continue, naturally, but I think the process may for a while before the inevitable plateau. I did it last February post-operation when I couldn't eat very much, and now I'm running after rug-rats seven hours a day on top of it. They say it helps asthma too, so here's hoping.)
Oh, and the usual packages go out tomorrow. And arrive in January if past experience proves reliable.