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I rather like the process of gaining weight – the eating part – instead of the losing weight process – not eating part. That’s not to say that I’m going without food during this journey of transforming my sluggish vessel into something more akin to a stick. But oh how I miss a big fat juicy cheeseburger (with grease so wet it makes the inside of the bun just a tad soggy), some wonderfully cheesy enchiladas with corn tortillas & beans/rice on the side. Or maybe one of those pizzas that invokes a religious experience accompanied by an uncontrollable pizza lust. Then of course there are all the holiday drinks… eggnog lattes, gingerbread lattes, peppermint cappuccinos… oh my!

Pass the salad. Again.

For all the self-pity of not eating the gloriously tasty foods out there, I must admit, rabbit diet is working. I’ve sent 6 pounds out into the ether of the Universe. I hope it bounces around out there like one of those crazy superballs, eventually smashing into a hotly burning star and disintegrating.

The scale shows me that I only have to lose 163 more pounds to go to metamorphose into a beautiful stick.

Bleh. Coach is very supportive, although he wonders what he’s going to do with a 35 pound wife… I told him he can cherish me, show me off as the trophy stick wife that I will be. Pft, right. No really, he is very supportive. He turns his nose up at once again hearing we are having hamburger patties & salad. But he hugs me, eats the dinner, and tells me how good it was.

On to other news now…. enough talk of my fat.

I was a complete idiot yesterday. Total idiot. I was challenged…dared… to join that stupid writing shit that goes on in November. You know the one… you write 1500 words a day, every day for the month of November and by the end of the month, supposedly, you have a book. Whatever. LOL I joined. It’s not like I don’t have the time to put into it. You may or may not have noticed the first installment (lacking about 800 words) posted yesterday. I don’t know where the story is going to go. No clue. I’m not so good at fiction.. my mind doesn’t work that way. So I’m struggling with it. But that’s okay. Maybe this is another form of brain exercise that will be good for me. Pft. So periodically you will see various installments of my so called November book writing efforts. Tolerate it for me please. Or skip those posts if you aren’t interested.


Being an adult is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

  3 Responses to “1500 Words, More or Less”

  1. I am interested. I will read them as you post them. And I admire your discipline on the reading and on the dieting fronts.

  2. Ha! You’re doing it. Good for you!! It’s the weekend and I should be cleaning the house but instead I’m sitting here putting in my words.

  3. Good job with the diet!! I think I could put out 1500 words a day, but not at this time of year! I can also be very lazy and undisciplined… So, you go girl!!

    Peace,
    Muff

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