That's how much weight I've lost in the past four months. I'm not quite sure how that happened, but it did. Part of it may be my "stress diet." I get so stressed out at night, I don't want to eat, and dinner is usually a glass of 2% milk. (Although I did eat a tuna sandwich last night, after the Sasquatch rightfully called me a "moron" for not eating better evening meals.) I stepped on the scale this morning - something I haven't done in months - and BAM.
No wonder my pants are loose. I lost a toddler.
I need to manage the stress in my life a little better. Well, actually, a lot better.
Workin' on it.
And pondering stories to tell... I think it's time for the story of Wolfgang, the Armenian UFO-logist and other odd people I've met in Yerevan...