Tornado Warning = Dieter's Godsend

I've FINALLY figured out how to lose weight with absolutely, positively no effort on my behalf:

Ingredient number one:  Right around lunch time, declare a massive storm is in the area, full of pea to grapefruit size hail, tornadoes, strong straight-line winds, and heavy rain.

Ingredient number two:  Have both kids schools declare that parents are at too much risk to come and pick up the kids.  Lock the schools down.

Ingredient number three:  Sound the tornado sirens.  Then do it again about every twenty minutes for a couple of hours.

Ingredient number four:  Have Mike firmly planted in New York.  In meetings.  Completely unaware of what it going on.

When you add those things together?  You get a Momma with a knot in her stomach that made it impossible to eat.  I couldn't have even sucked on a mint without gagging. 

Now that the danger is passed?  I'm ravenous.

OK.  Maybe not such a great plan.