If today were weigh in day, I’d be at a New Lowest Weight Ever. That is very exciting.

I think maybe it’d also be the day I drop down to 22 points a day, instead of 24. That, however, is very frightening.

I suppose it’d be more frightening if I were as fastidious at counting points as I was six months ago. Alas. I think I’m going to have to get better at it. After all, Hershey’s kisses aren’t really zero points. And yes, points do count on weekends. (So I think we can attribute the current weight loss to the gym – can you even imagine how well I’d do if I – gasp! – counted points and exercised? Amazing. Well, don’t want to drop the weight too fast. Ha!

Last night went to look at a house with Regan and Jeff. It was so cute I wanted to move in right then. George is lucky this house wasn’t for sale when we were looking – it’s about 800 square feet smaller than our house. But it’s so cute, so cozy, a perfect little cottage. With an adorable little back garden. If it were in England, it’d be the cottage of my dreams. Except even at 100+ years old, it’d be about 100 years too new. And not stone. But you get the idea. I always wanted a tiny snug little ancient cottage with low ceilings. Not very practical for a 5’10” girl.

Off to work! There’s going to be an ice cream party today. Ah well, there goes the NLW! (Kidding. Will only have a dab. Yeah right.)