4 1/2 pounds...

5 1/2 to go.
Lent is being very good to my quest to get back to my fightin' weight. I can already see a difference which makes me very happy.

However, PMS rears its ugly head and I become despondent and crave a gallon of anything I've given up for the season.

I sincerely hope that the Spring lifts me out of this haze I've been walking around in since October.
A friend told me she thinks I'm a person who sounds like she needs a new city.
Maybe I do.
But where to?

I've often thought of LA. That's a very real possibility as my father's business may need an heir apparent. When? Dunno.
New York sounds nice as well... but a bigger version of Chicago doesn't pull me as hard as one might think.

I don't know. Something's got to give though. And soon.