I have decided that I WILL go down to 135lbs before Mike's uncle's wedding. I need to fit into that dress and look nice about it. I did it last summer so I should be able to do it now. I think if I work out things will go much faster than they did last time. God I sure hope so....I really want to be 135 again. I'm not asking too much...only 10 lbs! It makes SUUUCH a difference!

For my own reference...here are foods I'm allowed to eat for the two-week induction period:
Fish including: tuna, salmon, sole, trout, flounder, sardines, herring
Meat including: beef, pork, lamb, bacon, ham
Eggs including: all forms
Shellfish including: squid, shrimp, crabmeat
*Note: I have left out other meats that I do not eat or cannot reasonably afford
Avoid processed meats and cheeses!
3-4 ouces of cheese including: cheddar, cow/sheep/goat cheese, cream cheese, gouda, mozerella, swiss
2-3 cups per day of the following vegetables: mushrooms, parsley, peppers, celery, chives, lettuce, romaine lettuce, cucumber
1 cup per day of the following vegetables: pumpkin, rhubar, asparagus, snow peas, bean sprouts, egg plant, spinach, broccoli, wax beans, tomato, bean sprouts, leeks, onion, zucchini
Acceptable spices/seasonings: use only oil and vinegar mix on salad for dressing, basil, garlic, rosemary, cayenne pepper, oregano, pepper, lemon juice
Avoid nuts, corn oil, soybean, or sunflower oils

[Greek Title] - Oscar Wilde

SWEET I blame you not for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day.
From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.
Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled mead.
I had trod the road which Dante treading saw the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening, as they opened to the Florentine.
And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of Fame.
I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre’s strings are ever strung.
Keats had lifted up his hymenæal curls from out the poppy-seeded wine,
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead, clasped the hand of noble love in mine.
And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the burnished bosom of the dove,
Two young lovers lying in an orchard would have read the story of our love.
Would have read the legend of my passion, known the bitter secret of my heart,
Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted as we two are fated now to part.
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by the canker-worm of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered petals of the rose of youth.
Yet I am not sorry that I loved you—ah! what else had I a boy to do,—
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.
Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest, and when once the storm of youth is past,
Without lyre, without lute or chorus, Death a silent pilot comes at last.
And within the grave there is no pleasure, for the blind-worm battens on the root,
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree of Passion bears no fruit.
Ah! what else had I to do but love you, God’s own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the Cytheræan rising like an argent lily from the sea.
I have made my choice, have lived my poems, and, though youth is gone in wasted days,
I have found the lover’s crown of myrtle better than the poet’s crown of bays.

When We Two Parted - Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever the years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder, thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk, chill on my brow,
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me...
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well..
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.