I find myself thinking about weight
sometimes. Not something I feel is
particularly important to ponder . . .
Still the problem is, our entire nation is
absolutely obsessed with it. Too much?
Too little? Just right? On a diet? Yoga?
Exercise? Fabs galore . . .
I've been slender, if not downright
skinny, my entire life . . . until mom
moved in with us. She required five
meals a day and my company . . .
the rest is history. Alas, my docs
informed me, rather drastically, that
if I didn't return to normal, my days
were numbered . . . at right about
two months.
I've done it slowly, only way to go
without killing yourself off. Funny,
I'm down 60 plus and all I can think
about is food! Where's the fun in
that? ~!@#$%^&*()_+
Me thinks I'd better give it up for
Lent . . . and no, I'm sooooo NOT
talking about food . . . I'm talking
about the diet!
Come on over and let's gorge!
so love me some bites
lets eat drink and be merry
something glorious
Note: A recent study has found
women who carry a little extra
weight live longer than the men
who mention it. Stay Positive
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