Well folks... I did not lie, I did not die but I did not try to write a post for about almost two weeks. My whole consciousness was taken up by this diet and my adventures in preparing for income tax time. More about that later.
Since I promised to report on the progress in the modern Battle of the Bulge, I can proudly report that this adventure began on Mar. 3, the day after Mardi Gras... appropriately known as 'Fat Tuesday', I registered 259. Now this is a modest 8 pounds in eleven days, so I was beginning to become a believer. Actually, I have to use weight as a measure because I never measured my waist size ... at the time it wasn't a waist it was a girth and we didn't have a tape measure large enough. But anyway, I have cut my way though so much vegetation that I feel like George of the Jungle.
Aha but we have made concessions already. On Sunday, we drive, not walk or run forbid, to Panera Bread where we sit in plush easy chairs beside the gas fire log in the neat fireplace they have for good customers like us. We luxouriate by slowly consuming a bacon, cheese and egg sandwich on chiabatta bread. This is then washed down by a large cup of their good coffee with hazelnut creamer... just visualize that. This allows us to forget the boa constrictor of a diet that had us in its clutches all week. And with this downtime we can solve all the problems of the universe.. in our heads that is.
During that same time, I decided to put all the financial data that I had for last year into "Quicken" which is a financial software spread sheet. But that may have to be a story for next time since I hear the dinner bell and I don't dare miss my turn at the table... little things mean a lot.
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