This being the last day of the month, I had to hurry to my Weight Watchers® meeting. I stepped up on the scale—and decided never to eat again!
I gained seven pounds in the past seven weeks! What in the werl? I felt like crying. I thought I was a pretty good boy on Thanksgiving, and I was, but this tragedy didn’t happen overnight. I vaguely remember gobbling up about a pint of Peppermint Ice Cream a few times. I accidentally kept eating oversized portions of popcorn. It wasn’t my fault, but I consumed two slices of bread with real butter and honey—every evening meal. There was a time or two that I absentmindedly emptied a bag of corn chips. Oh, and last Saturday night we reluctantly went to a birthday bash…
I felt so hurt and disappointed in myself today, that I walked out the Weight Watchers® door and didn’t look back till I’d walked 3.1 miles. Unfortunately, I probably only burned off about 10 calories. But perhaps if I walk that far every day for the next 31 days. Whatcha think?
My current weight is 180 pounds. I don’t want to weigh 180 pounds. I want to weigh 165 pounds. I’m willing to wager 15 bucks that I can lose 15 pounds between now and January 1, 2010. If I don't reach that goal, I'll give you my book, Just Seven Blocks from the Mexican Border. If I do, you get to buy one (and it will be autographed). Anybody wanna challenge me?