About a month ago, I realized two things.  First, heavy physical exertion was resulting in entirely too much regret and recovery time.  Second, even moderate activity was starting to seem like a chore – as if it was harder than it should be.  So, I dragged out the old bathroom scale.  What I found wasn’t really pretty – I was heavier than I’d ever been by about five pounds.

Ah, then.  A diet, it seems, was called for.

I hate diets.  I especially hate the diets with names, that prescribe exactly what one must eat and exactly when one must eat it.  Besides, I cook not only for myself, but for my wife.  Just because I needed to shed some extra tonnage was no reason to make her miserable in the process.

What to do, what to do?

(more…)

Share this:

Close Bookmark and Share This Page

Save to Browser Favorites / Bookmarks

Ask backflip blinklist BlogBookmark Bloglines BlogMarks Blogsvine BuddyMarks BUMPzee! CiteULike co.mments Connotea del.icio.us

Digg diigo DotNetKicks DropJack dzone Facebook Fark Faves Feed Me Links Friendsite folkd.com Furl Google

Hugg Jamespot Jeqq Kaboodle kirtsy linkaGoGo LinkedIn LinksMarker Ma.gnolia Mister Wong Mixx MySpace MyWeb

Netvouz Newsvine oneview OnlyWire PlugIM Propeller Reddit Rojo Segnalo Shoutwire Simpy Slashdot Sphere

Sphinn Spurl Squidoo StumbleUpon Technorati ThisNext Twitter Webride Windows Live Worlds Movies Yahoo!

Email This to a Friend

Copy HTML: 

 If you like this then please subscribe to the RSS Feed.

Powered by Bookmarkify™

More »