By the way, that's not my belly in the reflection
Another week has left our behinds 20 lbs lighter! Woot! We've punted 53 pounds altogether, which is a feat for feet stronger than mine. Fifty-freakin'-three! That's a border collie we've been smuggling under our shirts.
Chickie has blown all our doors off, apparently giving birth, so congratulations (unless it's a really ugly baby, in which case we offer our sympathy and a stack of paper bags).
We're on a good pace to make our goals, if slacking is not allowed to creep in as it did for me this week (dinner with friends: Apple pie. Superbowl: Beer. Because they're so good: Chocolate chip cookies. And so on).
As they say, let's do the numbers:
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