survived the worst day of the year

June 20th is not a lucky day for me. I have memories of the day going back to 1987, 1990, 1993, 2000, and 2005 as being rather unpositive.
I'm sure I've had other things happen in other years but those stick out.
Regardless, I have endured wihout a broken digit, so it may have been a jinx of old.
Today was rather nice. Any day with grilled steak that has fat that melts in your mouth is worthwhile one.
We went to my inlaws for pre-Father's Day. Closest thing I have to a dad now that my own is ashes and such. My nephews were there. I don't know if I like my sister inlaw much more now that my children have first cousins, but she wasn't too unpleasant. I said something about their 10 year anniversary coming up and she corrected me as being 15 since they don't count their wedding but rather their first date which they got married on once it occurred on a Saturday again. I remember their wedding because I had my hand in a splint and it was the last time I can recall wearing shorts without being at a beach/pool or gym.
I started counting calories today. Fitbit is interesting in that you can keep track of calories. I am hoping to lose some weight. Seriously, my waist and thighs aren't what they were prior to Halloween. Clothes don't fit and my thighs touch. I noticed the latter a few weeks ago while I was showering. I'm silly, but I have gained weight and it's not muscle like J claims it to be.
It's strange to start counting calories on MY WEEKEND, but I have too many other occassions to excuse myself from being refrained from indulgence, so Father's Day weekend is fine as any other day. I'm not quiting food, just counting calories.
My father used to say he was going to quit smoking, but he always gave an excuse like "I can't quit mid-month, mid-week. or mid-year." He's dead because his lungs had junk in them. Just saying...