I lost the requested pound

Hoo-freaking-ray.

It could be that I was wearing a lighter sweater yesterday, since the weather has taken a turn for the better. But it could also be that M and I went to Piccadilly Pub Tuesday night, and instead of getting the gorgonzola and chicken ravioli that were calling my name, I got a salad with chicken, cranberries, feta cheese and nuts. I felt so virtuous. Of course, M got his beloved fish and chips.

You know, it has been so warm that my yard is now snow-free. Just in time for the nor'easter tomorrow. You gotta love March.