It's 2:30 pm and so far I have accomplished my short term goal. Even went out to breakfast in my jammies. Our local cafe gives customers 1/2 price breakfast if you show up in your jammies - but well that's once a year in February and it wasn't today, but I didn't care. And nobody else did either. I like that in a town. Of course my jammies are flannel pants and a tee shirt so I just blended in with the rest of the crowd.
Biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs with bacon. When the waitress asked me if I had enough gravy I had to think: Yes, I had enough gravy before you even put the plate in front of me. The proof is in the pudding or rather in my thighs. The pudding is in my thighs too. I need to come up with some new goals.