We had a great game day. I knew I had gone over my calorie limit, so imagine my surprise when I got on the scales and found out I lost two pounds since last weigh-in (and yes, I do know there's nothing more boring that somebody else's diet). Slow and steady wins the race. My goal weight is not what all the charts say I should weigh. I just want to get back under 170, so I set my goal as 165. Perhaps once I get there I will decide to try for more loss; we shall see.
I'm not a big football fan, but on Superbowl Sunday I always feel I should pick a team, so I chose the Saints; my granddaughter, Natalie, was the only other person with me on that decision, and I celebrated their victory with her as if I really cared who won.
Grandson Arick worked yesterday, but he came by for chili after he got off work, and watched the Superbowl with us. If the Montana trip pans out, he might go with us; that way he could do part of the driving. He's never seen South Dakota, so we're wondering if we should extend the trip and lay over there a couple of days, since it's on our way.
That's all I have for this morning: over and out.
Sir Loin says, "Have a nice day."