Day 271
Weight-watchers
diet---lots of wheat bread and tuna
Yeah!
I reckon I sure enough tried all the
diets at one time or another. And, they worked!
Sure
enough, too, being Catholic, I like fish on Friday---but…wheat bread and tuna!?
Over
these long seven decades, I have lost around 426 pounds, give or take a few.
Put
it all back on, somehow (diligence, I reckon). Around 160, now. Feeling---Good! Of course, ain’t just one whole
hell of a lot I can do about the way I look—can’t have…everything!
Anyway,
we tried the diet-routine, myriad times; failed, miserably. Even tried jogging.
Hmm!
If
“effort” and “intent” concluded “purposed-outcome”---Well!...I might just be a
“Liberal”!?
So,
ole Doc (the wise-ass) says to his patient (me), “You’re a wreck!”
Giving
him the “evil”-eye, I reply, “Why didn’t you tell me I’d live this
long---maybe, if you had done your
part…I’d have taken better care of this tired, old body of mine.”
Medical
people have absolutely No sense of
humor. I live to be a hundred just to aggravate him. Of course, he’ll be long
dead by then; won’t put me on no diet! Hmph!
Got
to go now, the microwave timer just dinged: Pizza
ready! Now, where did I set my Coke?
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Bon apetite!” Memories!
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