Yesterday I dropped in at KR's shop after work since it seems like I hadn't been there for a while. While I waited for her to get off the phone, like I sometimes have to do when I visit, I looked at the magazines on her counter, watched the traffic outside, paced back and forth, checked my watch, washed my hands, drank from her water glass.
Then I spotted a bathroom scale way in the back of her office and, like one does, I had to step on it. It showed that I weighed ten pounds less than what I thought I weighed. We don't have a scale at home, so I don't ordinarily see my weight. And I don't remember when I last stood on a scale. Now I was looking at a number I hadn't seen for probably ten years.
This morning I told KR about this and she said, "That's good, isn't it?" And I said, "Well, it didn't happen through clean living." I don't exercise, except a daily walk, and I don't eat badly, though I do manage to have a portion or two of ice cream and alcohol every day. Look for my Ben and Jerry's and Tequila weight loss program on an infomercial channel near you.
