The Quest
OK, people, let's get down to brass tacks.
My weight, though certainly not at the heaviest I've ever been, is creeping upwards, and it MUST STOP.
The plan is thus:
1) I weigh a certain number of pounds. Let's assign that number a code phrase, as you cannot of course know that number. The code number for my current weight is "One Hundred and Fucking Fucking Shit.")
2) I will lose 10 of those pounds by eating less (crap) and exercising (the activity I hate most in the world, besides waiting in laundromats and drinking that colonoscopy fluid).
There it is.
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In other news, the girls got to ride a real live horse upon our visit to The Man's East Texas kin. Thanks, Uncle Tim!
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OH, and WHY were 63 dead birds found on Congress Avenue this morning?
Bird flu, toxic air pollution, or some fucker with some rat poison? Could it have something to do with the House Speaker's race? By any chance is Iran involved? The mind boggles.
2 comments:
You did your colonoscopy prep in a laundromat? Damn, that's hardcore!
I feel your pain. Why can't we just all eat what we want? Its a curse. All I can say is go back to the good old WW.
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