Love the song …
Hate the actual weight …
But there it is, around my midsection after every winter. I even set a new record high for winter weight this year. Yay? I rely on a warm Spring to melt those pounds away, but we didn’t have one this year. It was cold and wet. And so I waited as I jiggled through April and May.
But then, last weekend happened.
It was nice to discover today that when I really put my mind to it, and make a strong commitment to greatness, I can still eat a whole box of cookies in one sitting.
With the weather finally showing signs of Spring, I took some time to assess the weight-gain damage I inflicted upon myself this winter. It’s not good.
I topped out at 2 pounds higher than my former record, so I guess I set a new maximum weight record this winter. Yay?
I somehow exited winter and a chilly spring at the same weight I was at before the holidays last year. But now I have another ten pounds I would like to lose, and they will be tough. I’ll be fighting for every fraction of a pound to lose this summer while I still stuff my pie-hole daily. Maybe I should go metric. 10 pounds is just 4.5 kilograms! That sure sounds like a lot less to lose.
Anyway, here are my Top Ten secrets as to when to take to the scale and weigh in.
I have lost weight this past year, about 10 pounds. Who knew that a combination of exercise and a sensible diet would result in weight loss? I still have 10 pounds to go, but they will have to wait until Spring as I prepare to face the upcoming gauntlet of holiday tables of gluttony with less exercise.
We are all fatter just from looking at that picture. I should just increase my exercise, but it looks like it may decrease. Here’s why.
This post is an excellent example of why details like grammar and spelling are so important. If the title had been “I Will Miss Eating Weed,” then you wouldn’t give it a second thought, and you may think that actually explains a lot of my rambling, nonsensical posts, along with the mite cartoons. But the word I used is the plural weeds, not the singular weed. Yes, I started eating weeds this summer.
No, not playing squash. Eating it. I thought I was being so healthy, buying a spaghetti squash that I planned to prepare for lunch. And so I did. A little olive oil, some garlic salt, some pepper, and it baked into a tasty treat. The problem is, the squash I ate looked like this …
