It wasn't really about Valentine's Day – it was about being offered a place to stay for a weekend in NYC – so we ended up spending the holiday seeing some very un-Valentine productions: another Arthur Miller play and "Carmen" at the Met.

I have mixed feelings about big-name film actors being used to drum up business for Broadway but there wasn't anything else we really wanted to see. As it turned out it was one of the best things we've seen onstage.



I didn't even try to log my meals and I weighed in yesterday up two pounds. For some reason I'm back down again this morning so no damage done.

I still want to get back into loss-mode. My new goal – I can't believe I'm even contemplating this – is to get down to what I weighed 22 years ago, when we moved to central New York and I turned 40, by my birthday in June. Almost 20 pounds in 17 weeks...