decompressing
in which the author rambles, briefly.
Just got back from the Neighborhood Assoc. meeting, my first general meeting as president. I think it was okay. It’s hard to tell from my end. A couple of presentations, some standing around after chatting. Other people were snacking; I got a sliver of maple nut muffin right at the end. I wish WB had made something that didn’t have coconut, as I love her cookies.
I’m still feeling a little revved up from all the social interaction. Being “on” — which is not bad, but takes a lot of my energy. Strangers tire me out. (Mmmm, sounds like a preschooler.)
My weight has hit a plateau. A week and a half now at the same weight, which is a little disappointing, except that when I calculated BMI, I’m exactly at the top end of normal. Which means that technically I’ve hit my goal. Yay me. 
I’m still planning on losing 7 more, but I guess right here is pretty good, down 37 pounds from where I was in April.
C reminds me that I have stuff that will go bad if I don’t put it in the fridge (veggies & dip, plus cheese), and it’s about my bedtime. So, good night.
Yay you indeed!