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South Beach Day Two
I managed to resist the urge to weigh myself today, but I feel like I must have lost about 5 pounds of water weight, just yesterday.

Last night, I had a series of vivid dreams, many involving various kinds of tension --- poor communication, people inconveniencing me, trying to buy airline tickets... and then I also had one in which I kept accidentally eating Newman's chocolate-chocolate-chip cookies. I would hand all the cookies away, and then find that I had more, or that I was eating more. I just couldn't get rid of them. The taste was very vivid. It was similar to dreams I have, every once in a while, when I suddenly realize I've been drinking mead, or vodka and coke, like I just forgot to abstain, and then I freak out.

Today, I'm finding that food preparation takes too long. But I made it through a significant challenge. My family always, always, goes out to Dunkin Donuts on Election Day. I ate some low-fat cheese* before heading out, and then had a skim milk sugar free latte, as a treat. The kids were very helpful. They chose m-n-m donuts, which frankly, just looked gross.

*Historically, I hate low-fat cheese. It is from the evil. Lo and behold my commitment, as I eat the low-fat cheese.

interesting person
I saw a really interesting person at Dunkin Donuts this morning. He walked in, and I thought, "oh, there's a Tibetan." I mean, I've lived in China, I've traveled in central China. This guy looked like you could have dropped him in Tibet and he would have fit right in. Except, he also looked really comfortable here. In my imagination, he's maybe been living in the USA for a few years. Maybe he's in exile. He had a broad, flat face, wrinkled and weatherworn. He wasn't very old, but maybe 65 or so. He was wearing baggy pants. They were just thick looking sweatpants, with some sort of writing on the side, something one might buy at a sports shop, but they fit exactly like Tibetan garments. He also wore a thigh length long leather jacket, possibly of sheepskin. It had that sort of trim, sensible workboots and a warm hat. He was very unassuming, got his small hot drink, sat down at a table nearby. We made eye contact briefly, and I gave him what I hope was a respectful smile, and he gave a slightly shy smile back, which broadened to a brief smile and slight nod of approval as he took in the observation of my family sitting together having breakfast, or perhaps simply smiling at the presence of children.

What a fascinating person. I would love to know more about him.