I am a failure, at so many things, really. But today’s special is a doozy, if only that I concern myself with my growing need for the consumption of more and more food and less and less exercise.
I have taken my first break from exercise. I lasted 55 days in a row, but then again my math was never stellar. So I could be out a day or two. The point is, all I do now is eat pistachios and think about exercise.
Packing has taken over my leisure? time. I now have two rooms done and fourteen to go. Again, the math…….I am down to 60 days to be out of my home and find somewhere to place my curly-headed face that isn’t planted face-down in a bag of food.
So that’s why my blog has stopped. It reminds me that I should be lifting weights, not bags of chips.
Anyone want to buy a treadmill?