It’s early morn ‘n I’m staring at an empty box of Nestle Goobers.....(some people claim there’s a woman t’blame but I know, it’s my own damn fault)....I managed t’make it to the pool yesterday...kind’a like swimming thru a forest since we’d had a storm ‘n Fam’ly Fitness, for whatever reason, hadn’t got around to sweeping out the pool ‘n it was full of debris (leaves, pine needles, pine boughs ‘n other stuff that I pushed aside or swam thru - kind of hairpin I’m thing if you remember Cagney)...anyways the sun was shinin’ and it wasn’t freezing ‘n I ‘uz feelin’ fatter than a Christmas goose...I been blaming the prednizone ‘n other chemos for the thirty pound weight gain but it’s way past time t’look m’ownself in the eye ‘n shoulder some responsibility ‘n put the blame squarely where it b’longs.....Nestle Goobers! ‘n maybe cheesecake ‘n pecan pie ‘n fudge ‘n corn pudding ‘n far too many intimate friends t’mention by name......
What it means is that like ever’body else (well, those of us who are obese, overweight, overstuffed ‘n over anything else you might want’a bring up) I’m gonna have to face up t’the fact that I’m fat ‘n need to go to the gym....’n more than just go, I ackshully need t’get on the treadmill ‘n trudge, I say trudge ‘n more....I need t’work those other machines as well....’n then I c’n hit the steam room ‘n the pool...
Yup! That’s what I gotta do.....take the bull by the horns, nose to the grindstone, old shoulder t’the wheel.....sucky time of year for teevee anyway.....gotta do it, gotta get out there.....gotta make another pot of coffee cuz the new year is approaching...........
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