The whole diet thing has fallen by the way side. I am so disappointed in myself. Every morning I tell myself I have to get in shape. Then I let things happen all day long. Whether it’s cookies at work or chips at a Mexican restaurant or ice cream before I go to bed……or sometimes all of the above, I make excuses and my weight remains unchanged. I have been able to stop the climb but I can’t seem to start the descent.
Look at those wedding pictures. For @#$% sake where is my #$%^ing neck. Which reminds me of “The Rocky Horror Show”, that was something we used to yell at the screen.
Looking at this picture I see that I am in far worse shape! I don’t know if people still go to the midnight show. Funny thing about that….I went once, maybe twice. But my parents thought I went more times then that…it was an excuse to be out late (and dress in odd outfits!).
Bring on the lips and lets do the time warp again!
Maybe I should take a queue from the movie when it comes to my diet. ” Don’t dream it. Be it”
(Note: I just realized this movie will be 39 years old in August. I will be 54 in September. I went to the midnight show with coworkers form Montgomery Ward (a store similar to Sears that is no more). I was 17. Damn that was a long time ago.)