Do you ever get the feeling that you’re waiting for your life to begin?  I feel like that most of the time.  Especially when I see myself in the mirror and then look at my closet and wait for something to jump out of there.  Something that would fit my fat-laden body.  But nothing comes out.  I feel horrible.

But today is a bit different than the other days.  Cause today is all about changes.  Scary but welcome changes.  I’m waiting for my South Beach delivery food and it’s taking too long.  I’m even afraid it won’t come.  The chef probably sensed that I have no more chance of losing this excess weight and she wants to spare me the trouble and money.  It ain’t cheap, by the way.

Oh well, just a bit more patience.