Why did I say thirty instead of thirty-two? Mind your own business.
So, I'm looking at my gut in the mirror. You remember those old commercials where these kids find a fat belly someone lost on the beach? Well, it looks like that, but with these wings of blubber that sweep around the side. Picturesque, I know.
I groan. "I've got to lose this weight. Again."
Except that since I wasn't saying it outloud, it was more like:
I've got to lose this weight. Again.
You know... in my head.
Next, I do some arm flexing. Arm flexing makes guys feel better. We have visions of being recruited by Journey and using Kung Fu to school Chuck Norris. I quickly realize it's been ten months since I seriously weight trained. My arms are (apart from pasty white)... normal... now.
I look myself in the eye... I mean... I look my reflection in the eye, and shake my head.
*Sigh* My reflection hangs his head in shame.
Nobody gives me a guilt trip like I give myself a guilt trip.
With slumped shoulders, I walk into the closet and start pulling out pants. I'm a blue jeans kinda guy and I have seven pairs coupled with seven pairs of jean shorts. Unfortunately, when I lost all my weight, I gave all my fat boy jeans to Deseret Industries and bought new ones. That's what you do when you lose weight, right? You celebrate by getting a new wardrobe!
Currently, I have two pair of jeans and two pair of shorts that 'fit' and that's stretching the truth (Ha! A double entendre).
Fortunately, my diet cycles tend to be able to drop fourteen pounds in two to three weeks, so I know I'm only three weeks away from having my 'new' clothes back. That doesn't sound too bad. Especially since I don't look forward to having to buy back my fat boy jeans...
|Chuck Norris Killing Fat!|
I need a Reese's Big Cup.
Does Slim Fast have that flavor?
P.S. Since I mentioned my good friend Chuck Norris, did you know that he was in all the Star Wars movies as, 'The Force?'