I’ve lost nine pounds since January 1st, which means I’m 16 pounds away from my goal weight, and 6 pounds away from the skinniest I’ve ever been. I’m quite pleased, thanks. I haven’t had a bite of sweets this year, I’ve been striving to eat healthy snacks like homemade (sugar-free) granola, salads, wheat bread, carrots, tomatoes, yoghurt, nuts, and berries. In other words, eat like a squirrel and you, too, can lose weight.
Seriously, though, it’s given me hope for the future. I mean, since the world is evidently going to pot, it’s nice to know I’ll be able to live in the woods and forage for food without missing a beat, while the rest of the world offers their life’s savings for the last gallon of 2% milk at Safeway™.
Along with making my own granola, I’ve learned the most delicious recipe for salsa, tried my hand (and succeeded) at homemade organic yoghurt, and I am currently brewing my very own batch of Diet Dr. Pepper in the backyard. I don’t want to be without it during my last days.
Unfortunately, despite all my noble weight-loss efforts, I haven’t been able to see a lot of changes in my body. Let’s do a roll-call:
Buggy Eyes? Chin?
Second Chin?
Love handles?
Check left. Check right. Check.
Watch this: they’ll go away if I stretch my arms way up high. Go away, Love handles.
Check. If only this was the normal way to walk.
Paunch?
Same trick works with Paunch:
Once again, though, it’s just not feasible to walk around with my hands behind my head all day. It’s not natural.
Bum?
Thighs?
Dejection?
Heartbreak?
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