The Remnants of Fat Sally Sunday

It's 3:42 and Fat Sally Sunday, I'm afraid, is interfering with my sleep tonight (though, waking up and seeing the beautiful moonlight shining through the windows is a pleasant surprise). That's what happens when you chow down on a plate full of pasta, one garlic baguette and three cupcakes with a side of chocolate ice cream as a moistening agent for dinner.

How I feel right now, however, is the point of Fat Sally Sunday. The "sickness" helps me to control what I eat the rest of the week. And as we now leave for Puerto Vallarta in 11 days, it's crunch time for getting ready to wear the swimsuit. Oh, the things we do...