WEAR. IT.

Holy Guacamole!

Today was the first time EVER I have not had to ask for a seatbelt extender on a plane. The last time I flew was March from Istanbul, Turkey, and required one. They also made me sit in my own row since a passenger complained about being "of size."

So in 18 weeks I've managed to take off enough weight to not be mortified anymore! Also, they let me sit in the emergency row AND the arm on the seat went down!

BOO-YAH.

In Seattle for a few days working with the Symphony up here. Real concern though: eating out. I've been making extremely conscious choices, but I haven't eaten out in basically six weeks. Having no control over my food while networking is super concerning. No alcohol. Nothing fried. It's a start anyway.

Hope all my loves are doing well this week here, let me know how you are,

—K

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I love "Oi" abbreviated as "over indulgence" hahahah!!! ... "Oi," in my world, is Scots' common slang for "Hey!" (in a bad connotation).

Local Seattle artisan foods.

Cheers!

Your menu is gorgeous. Restaurant or Pike Place Market? I've never been, but expect plates, cutlery and tables are available. I'd forgotten that you're pre-op.

Now that you say it, I do know the Scottish "oi," but was thinking of my own "oy" as in "oy vey" and "oy gevalt."

Have a good night. Rats, I believe I've missed Bill Clinton's speech. Better see.