So I am sitting here at home, sick. I know I got this at faire. No more smooching people and sharing drinks. (who am I kidding?) I'm puttering around, starting projects, trying to find a job I can live with. I decided to wrassle up some lunch, realized there was nothing I wanted to eat, and came back out here to putter on the puter.We've been really broke, so I've been grocery shopping very carefully, only buying exactly what we need. That means no/very little junk food. Then it occurred to me I've been doing that a lot, looking for something to nibble, not finding anything, and going to do something else. Another thought occurred: there is no vending machine at my house to get a candy bar (or two) every day to wash away the dissatisfaction and stress of my sucky job. No job, no stress, no vending machine. I dug out and dusted off my scale that I buried in a fit of melancholy last month. Fourteen pounds gone!!! Doing nothing but getting fired! The only time I ever slimmed down to where I almost wanted to be was when I was super-duper poor, I only had about $5 a week to eat, and 1 meal a day at the restaurant where I worked. I looked good! Maybe I will not get a job, and by next year sometime I will look fabulous. I might be homeless, but damn, I will look good! heehee!