1) Sometimes as I'm rinsing dirty dishes, I'm struck with the fear that I'll somehow become confused about what I'm doing and lick my fingers. Ick.
2) I hate taking my medicine, so I've started allowing myself a bite of ice cream every morning after swallowing my pills. Yesterday, I found that we'd run out, and could not make myself take my medication until I'd run to the store and purchased more chocolate peanut butter ripple. I guess that whole "spoon full of sugar" thing is spot on, in my case.
3) While pulling on my pajama bottoms last night, I noticed that the waistband was feeling tighter, and commented to J that I have got to start training harder since I'm gaining weight. "No," he said, "Your clothes have just shrunk. Look, mine have too." He pulled at his own waistband. I tried to suppress a smile and said, as delicately as I could, that I didn't think that the clothing was the problem. Awkward.
4) I'm still not giving up my spoon full of ice cream every morning.