I don't really know what to say...losing 1 pound is far better than gaining 1.5 pounds, but it's nothing compared to the 3 pounds per week that I was losing in June. It almost makes me miss the days of physics when I barely had time to eat, let alone go on vacation and entertain company. Luckily I was able to eschew weight gain in Galveston, but who knows what's going to happen in Florida...

In other diet-related news - on the way home from Galveston yesterday, my evil, ho bag, elephantine cousin accused me of being anorexic when I ate a veggie sandwich at Subway. Then she said, "You got the sandwich instead of the salad? That bread is more points. Tisk tisk!" OMG, Fatso! You're so right! What was I thinking getting the 4 point sandwich!? I should get Weight Watcher tips from you more often! Maybe then I could eat a cheeseburger and fries, pork rinds, and chocolate doughnuts and weigh 200 pounds! P.S. This is the same cousin who, at the beginning of my nannying job, told me I was fat like her. I guess she can't call me fat anymore so she's changed the insult to anorexic. Somehow, that just doesn't have the same bite.