Gah

Yesterday, I actually needed to don clothing that isn't either shorts, sweats or a swimsuit. The news was not good. Neither was the news given to me by the scale this morning. It seems a regular diet of wine, Mike's Lemonade, martinis, crackers and cheese and butter tarts, added to a distinct lack of exercise can be summed up in extra pounds. Eight to be exact. Most of which has gravitated to my ass.

Trouble is, we still have two more weeks of holidays planned. And all that yummy stuff is far more tempting on the boat. The lack of a YMCA is a problem too.

Starting today: less booze, less treats, more swimming. Specifically, wine with dinner on some nights, not all; no vodka drinks of any variety; one special baked treat per week; and no more cheesy snacking!