In My Best Klingon Voice: It's A Good Day To Diet!

Right now, I am waiting for my egg to hard boiled. I ate part of a sour orange. I will count making strange twisting face as yoga exercising. This is really a little note to remind myself that there is an egg boiling on the stove so I will avoid the burning the pan and hearing an egg exploding. Self-launched egg missiles scares my husband and my dog. They aren't in the back room bunker safely keyboarding away. I have done several egg missiles in the last 11 years. I am happy to report, only once I had to throw away a pan. I'm am really gourmet cook... except for breakfast. I am not fond of the concept of breakfast. I need several cups of coffee to make important decision of which breakfast food I detest that I am going to eat.

My partner in crime of wicked diet humor is unsure of herself on what she can blog about.  Trust me, once she gets into posting blogs she will have plenty to write about.


Suppose a little history about us is in order. My co-blogger and I met on a 100 lbs or more weight loss forum for back in 2000. We were in our 40's. Losing weight was easier back then until super fat glue hormones emerged into our bodies. Yeah, we lost our weight. My co-blogger managed to keep quite a bit of her weight off. I am proud of her. I, on the other hand, after gaining mysterious pounds without eating more went full bore ahead with going off my slimming plan that had kept the weight off for nearly 10 years. The last pounds were a lot more fun to gain than mysterious arriving pounds.

My humor I believe comes from having only older brothers. I didn't have sisters to patrol my plate with an eagle eye laser precision to give "the look" of me pigging out. If I didn't grab enough food, it would be gone. My brothers ate fast. My eldest brother when he became older pronounced his corpulence figure was not fat but an investment. He pointed out he paid a fortune to get his stomach to over hang his belt. He ended up marrying a girl with all sisters and no brothers. I enjoyed every time she gave him "the look" of pigging out. Ohhh.. you should have seen how fast he dropped his fork after her killer look. His wife, slimmed down his corpulence figure.

It is time to eat my hard boiled egg. I will jump up and down on the scale furiously to get my January 1, 2012 start weight. I will head out for a walk. It will take awhile to walk. My dog is old and needs plenty rest stops. I just hope I don't have to carry her 65 lbs over my shoulders back home.