Thoughts from the ammo line

[Valin]

Power Line:

Scott Johnson

July 8 2016

 

Today is a tough day to laugh. I think we may need Ammo Grrrll today more than ever as she mulls over UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES. She writes:

 

The road to hell, it is said, is paved with good intentions. No news there. I’m quite sure I have provided plenty of the paving tar in my life.

 

America has an obesity epidemic. The average woman now weighs more than the average man did in 1950. When I went for my every-five-years “annual” physical, I noticed that the single seats in the waiting room of my clinic are now about three-quarters the size of a large loveseat for two. Good grief! You go away for five lousy years and even the furniture gets fat!

 

I would like to make very clear that I understand that weight control is one of the most difficult struggles on God’s green earth. I have shared before that I have probably lost the same 20 pounds 20 times. Excess weight always finds me again, perhaps by laying down bread crumbs. (Doh! Bread good. Maybe should go to Mall for Cinnabon. No, too hot, maybe should just have more ice cream…weight gain a total mystery…) Oops, I digress.

 

Still and all, I have always had a benchmark at which I knew I had to get serious once again. I have chipped away at the problem and in the last couple of decades have forced myself not to allow more than nine excess pounds to creep on before I take action. Once it’s hit double digits, the fight gets much harder. It’s not that I am more disciplined than anyone else; it’s just that I simply can no longer stand to be overweight. Plus I have thrown out all clothes over size 6-8, save one emergency pair of baggy size 10 jeans. When it’s go naked or lose weight, I almost always choose the latter. You’re welcome.

 

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