The countdown to Dan and Carlene's wedding is 90 days. You know what that means--90 days for me to lose those same 10 pounds.... That's only if I haven't gained any since I started my "10 pounds in 118 days diet" that has turned into a big belly flop.
On the other hand, Mr. W has lost about 20 pounds in the last six or seven weeks. He still has quite a lot to go, but I can finally tell that his baggage in the middle has lessened. Of course, this progress is not being made without purchasing pricey magic pills and potions from the supplement superstore, including a powdered green substance that looks like the slime we power-wash off our siding. Yuck!
In addition to popping pills and swallowing swill, he basically consumes what you would think a man would eat to lose weight. For breakfast, instead of the trough of cereal and milk he previously ate, he prepares two scrambled eggs to which he adds an additional cup of egg whites for more volume and protein. For lunch, he has a meat sandwich on two pieces of whole wheat bread, no cheese, plus raw carrots and an apple. Dinner is a meat protein, two pieces of bread, and a large serving of vegetables. Then, later in the evening, a cup or two of Cheerios for a snack. He has been walking a trail at a nearby park and on a track at his office. Lather, rinse, and repeat and what do you know? He can lose weight after all!
He says he feels a lot better. In particular, he's not so tired. Well, doesn't that make some sense? Walk around all day hauling a 20-lb. sack of flour and see how much more worn out you'll feel.
"Just think if you would have lightened up the load on your poor knees years ago!" I chirped.
On the first day of the month, we helped Dan move into the house that he and Carlene are renting and will occupy together after they are married. It's a fine little place that could use a fresh coat of paint and kitchen cabinets from this century, but they think it's heaven. The front porch is made of crumbly concrete that Carlene has solicited a promise from the landlord to replace. The previous tenants left a lawn mower that Mr. W tuned up so that Dan can use it to cut the grass and doesn't have to buy one.
My son is taking care of a lawn and he'll have a wife in just 90 short days. And she'll come not with a 90-day guarantee, but a lifetime guarantee. Isn't that something?
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