Methinks I have this zest for
living life to the fullest. Alas,
the Z-word gets me into trouble
from time to time . . .
If the food is fab, must have
seconds! On vacation, just one
more town. A single drink, hell
no! Three is better. Just one
more . . . slice, mile, town!!!
The only problem with just one
more of anything is the price to
be paid for it. That one more
piece of pie comes with a ton of
calories. That third marg comes
with a less than steady step and
a tad of a slur.
But, I don't seem to have any
problem walking in the other
direction either. One meal a
day, not three. Small back pack
rather than three Gucci bags . . .
Double shifts all round.
I strongly suspect my ole Libra
scales are destined to never be
balanced.
too much too little
london bridge is falling down
up down all around
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