don't feed the visitors

Hm. Last week I wore pants that were somewhat loose. Today, less than a week later, I wear them and they are tight.

So, when I show up on your doorstep, don't feed the visitors! No potlucks or grilled goat meat (John thought he would make me sad saying it was baby goats but I was like, "I love goat - and young - yum, tender!" and tried to take a bag home) or blueberry bagels or lasagna! No sandwiches, no waffles, no ... um, that's all I ate the whole time. It must have been Mary's chocolate torte - one slice of that was 671 calories (embedded in my memory, since I saw the nutritional content).

Yay me, and my metabolism which would get me through any famine.