I’m exhausted. Can’t talk. I’m going to try to sleep for the remaining hour and a half before the girls last piano recital this afternoon. Their teacher is retiring to have a baby.

Miraculously, I managed to make my weight goal for June 1st, which was 220 pounds. I’d had some really bad eating days, plus I felt like I had been gearing up to cycle all week, so I didn’t think there was the smallest chance of making it. But on Thursday I was 220.4, so I worked hard and on Friday, 220. I’m thrilled.

I’m not 220 anymore. I think I’m 222 today, but the impending threat of cycling has become reality so I’m bloated and feel yucky. Plus, we were on the road all day yesterday to get to the Ben Folds and John Mayer concert and I ate bad, mainly because there wasn’t much choice.

I love Ben Folds. I wish he wasn’t such a potty mouth. He was in full form last night.

John Mayer puts on a good show. I like him even better now than I did before. He’s very funny. I’d say more but I’m sooo tired, I feel yucky, and I’m going to bed.

How was your week?