It’s been a  long time (I guess) since I’ve written about my constant and never ending struggle to lose weight.  It’s crazy.

I made a decision and then I lost about 20 pounds only to gain back 14 only to lose 5 to make it a net of about 11. Since January 1st.  Pretty pitiful.

Of course, since then I’ve been on a plane (seat belt extender, please) and been uncomfortable. I’ve been to restaurants where wait staff put me, excuse me, squeezed me into booths with other people. I’ve been to a medical lab to get my blood tested and sat in one of those small chairs right next to someone else.  It was like being on the plane.

The topper for me is being photographed.  I take up the whole frame.  Still or video. It’s like you need a wide angle lens to make sure you get all of me in the shot.  Small head,.w-i-d-e shoulders, huge torso. And if someone is in the shot with me. Whoa! No matter who they are, they look tiny in comparison.

So, why don’t I just get with the program and eat right and exercise?

Why, indeed.