It was still dark in the kitchen when I came down the stairs, packed my lunch and prepared my coffee to go cup and all of a sudden my early morning eyes spied: a flat box of almost fresh doughnuts. (heavy organ music, dunt, dunt, dunnnnnnn)
Almost fresh because they were purchased at a bakery late last evening by my lady friend who asked me how would I like to celebrate my birthday. (I replied sitting with a tiara on my head, a bottle of tequila on my lap eating doughnuts from a box) So, they bought me an assortment of bakery doughnuts, a bottle of tequila and we celebrated.
But this morning, the lure of the doughnut remains is strong. I had one. (one the size of TEXAS) Then I triumphantly packed up the gooey remains and brought them into work, setting them in our staff lounge to taunt others.
And they are doing a fine job.
Seems I’ve gained a few pounds my readers. I knew it. I didn’t want to face it, who does? My shirts and suit jackets were becoming snug so I got on the damn scale.
It’s starting to piss me off. Gaining weight, sweating like a naked steam room guy all night long, chin hair - I BLAME this being 50 thing! (aging what a hoot!) But since I can’t turn back the hands of time , nor can I continue to be only photographed from the neck up(only in my mug shot) I will not, I repeat not wear a size 14 when I turn 60, I guess I better get serious about this diet and exercise thing. I think I’m just talking/typing aloud today in this blog because real life is a series of pieces that are not all that interesting nor fun. All’s I got is three or four closets of clothes that are now approaching snug.
New leaf. Starting today. Back to 1200 calories a day. If you don’t hear from me it’s because I’ve snacked on my mouse or keyboard. Come to think of it, my mouse pad does look good!