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Down 2 more pounds!  This is more a testament to the exercise on the treadmill, in the pool, in the garage moving boxes, and walking around the fairgrounds than it is to any willpower at the BBQ I went to.  Because I had none.  As usual, and despite not having the jalapeno poppers that I had saved my appetite for, Richella's cooking was excellent and I struggled to be good.  I did okay.  Not great, not horrible... just fair.  The highlight of the BBQ was sneaking one of those ice cream sandwiches (on real cookies with a Cherry Garcia type ice cream in between) that were supposed to be only for the kids... don't tell Richella.  Scrumptious!  The 96 pounds on that ticker made me forget about eating that whole ice cream sandwich...  as Russ promised me I would if I took even one bite.