Down a pound--Nerves?

I'm a solid 179 now. Could it be that I'm nervous now that Cocadike Dundee has taken over my company ? I don't think so. I'm a survivor. I've had 13 jobs in a career that began after grad school in 1972. I always have a Plan B. I'm like the gangster who always has a deli booth that backs to the wall and faces the front door just in case someone interrupts his pastrami lift.
Breaksfast-- the egg beater omlette with mushrooms and turkey bacon-- it rocks.
Snack-- Fig Newtons, fat free.
I skipped lunch yesterday--back to salad today.
We had Talapia and salad for diner last night. I had a third of a small California Pizza for dinner the night before.
I'm walking two miles a day in the course of my normal commute. My nails are growing--rule out the nerves.
I reach for a cherry tomato anytime I need a snack--mmmm. Four more pounds to target weight.
I noticed, by the way, that my neck size is now 16 versus 16.5. I bought two new shirts, for TV work. I wear the other ones open-collar or with a loose necktie when I need to dress up.
When I hit 180 pounds back when I was around 38, I felt that I had become fat! Now 180 seems slim compared to my peers. When I hit 175, I may set a new goal-- 170. It's all about lifestyle. I do miss the wine--I will treat myself to hand-a-glass tonight.
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