I must have figured it out yesterday, because despite ribs for dinner, the two pounds I gained the day before off Taco Bell and peanut butter (not together) disappeared this morning.
A long, long way to go but I should be somewhat proud, I suppose. My worst was two-twenty-eight. I’m under two-oh-eight now.
So, twenty in a year?
Not terrible. Another seventy to go.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 390 words, comic: Bike #3