There is an obesity epidemic. In Siberia. I do not imagine Siberia is a hopping place unless you are a mammoth hunter. The reward for losing pounds is a lump of coal. Coal is worth a nice sum of money in Siberia. I’d use it to get the heck out of Siberia to someplace warm.
I lost weight due to Jack choosing to join a new gym. I shoulder some of the blame as I found this particular gym while searching for choices close to home. The gym offered once a month personal training and nutritional counseling. Jack liked the idea of personal training.
Now I count calories, work with a personal trainer app and my pants no longer fit me. Jack complains about the workouts as we’re doing them together and wears the same size pant.
I know, its weird talking about counting calories during Thanksgiving. Its a pain in the ass but it works for me. I don’t eat as much at Thanksgiving. I did drink a bit much last night. Its all good because I entered those calories ahead of time, wine and all.
Counting calories doesn’t stop me from imbibing wine, cheese and other addictive stuff. I just imbibe in moderation, especially cheese. I love cheese.
Yes, its addictive according to the latest scientific research. I tried soy cheese once. Once was all it took. Never going there again.
I asked Santa for a gift certificate for a place which sells clothes. I’m tired of walking around holding my pants up.