Minding your Stomach, or Your Butt, or Your Flabby Arms….
I’m not really on my diet anymore. I’m still eating meat, like a fiend actually. I’ve even eaten venison a few times. Venison! Can you believe it? Me either.
But even though I’m still eating meat, and loving it, I’m not such a stickler about bread or french fries or orange juice as I was for a few months. I’ve decided that limiting myself to just a few kinds of food just translates into me eating a ton of those few kinds of food. I’m not really consuming fewer calories.
I won’t bore you with too many of the details about my current state of mind in regards to my butt or how I plan to get rid of most of it before the day I get hitched next June. But I can tell you that this article renews my faith in the belief that the Universe sends you signs when you need them.
It’s fascinating, really. Go read it.
November 6th, 2006 at 11:35 am
Mmm, self-filling bowl of tomato soup…