I wish I could report a dramatic weigh loss yesterday, but no.  You’d think after walking 100 miles at Disneyland , I would have shed a million pounds.  Maybe ’cause when I was walking I was eating fudge with Kayla.  I didn’t get the chance to walk on my treadmill last week.  My deadline is hanging over my head this week so I don’t have much extra time.  No excuse . . . but I can’t see putting in an hour walking when I can use that time to write 5 pages.  We did walk the doggies last night for two miles so that should be good for something.  Anyway, I’m maintaining at 9 pounds lost–which is better, I guess, than reporting a gain.