My scale is telling me that I am transforming into a breatherian.
I'm not keen on this change, as I have long had an attachment to consuming nourishment the traditional way. On the upside, it's slashing our food bill and I'll have tons of pots, pans, etc to donate to Goodwill. The family won't miss my cooking, they've always been resentful of the lack of convenience food.
Any sister breatherians out there with wise coping tips? I don't have much hope, knowing that faithful commenters here here and here are slender lasses. One in particular (no names) hides her stash of evening sweets from the kids. Sigh. It's hard living here on the astral plane---
Eating all the cheese . . . - Last weekend, I hosted a dinner party for some of my husband's friends and work colleagues. It turned out to be smaller than I originally thought (6 adu...
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