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So, my desk is clean, and so is the area under it, and it's all vacuumed.
The closet is mostly empty, and I'm through with the first sort (clothes to be thrown away/ clothes that are good enough not to throw away). I'll start the second sort soon (clothes that still fit me/ clothes to be cut down for the kid or given to friends/co-workers).
And, thanks to the kickstart of last week's weight being partly PMS-gain, I have a really spiffy new number on the scale:
Last week: 229.
This week: 222.
Not all of that is my doing, of course, because of the moo-cow effect of PMS.
I would also like to note that it's easier to bend over than it was.
The closet is mostly empty, and I'm through with the first sort (clothes to be thrown away/ clothes that are good enough not to throw away). I'll start the second sort soon (clothes that still fit me/ clothes to be cut down for the kid or given to friends/co-workers).
And, thanks to the kickstart of last week's weight being partly PMS-gain, I have a really spiffy new number on the scale:
Last week: 229.
This week: 222.
Not all of that is my doing, of course, because of the moo-cow effect of PMS.
I would also like to note that it's easier to bend over than it was.
