|"You HAVE to be kidding me!"|
This morning, after my shower I tossed caution to the wind and stepped on my weight scale. 170 lbs!
I'm most comfortable at 160 lbs or lower. Ideally I would like my weight to be at 155 lbs.
Most of my life I've maintained my weight at 160 lbs. That was my weight when I graduated from high school fifty-five years ago.
Occasionally my weight has crept up to 170, at which time I cut back my consumption of goodies.
The most I ever weighed was 202 lbs. I remember exactly when that was. I was 18 years old, recuperating from a hernia operation and subsequent infections and two more surgeries. I couldn't exercise in order to give my wound time to heal. But I could eat and I did. Whole bags of potato chips and Whitman's chocolates. Yep, I stuffed my face and put on the weight.
Then one Saturday night I was bowling with my friend Lar and I split my pants. Time to go on a diet which I did.
Over the years since my weight has dropped to as low as 145 (too thin) and as high as 170.
I am 6'3" so I can "carry" the weight nut I choose not to. Both of my younger brothers tip the scales near 300 lbs. I do not wish to go there.
I know why I slipped up this time. I found frozen biscuits at the local supermarket which are as good as my Mother's. Buttermilk biscuits. Which I smother in butter. Two biscuits a night, for the last three weeks. The last time I put on weight so fast was when I had waffles for breakfast every day soaked in real maple syrup. As much as I loved those waffles and REAL maple syrup, I had to give it up.
In less than a month I am leaving for a ten day vacation to Los Angeles with my skinny Canadian friend Pat (I'll meet him in La La Land). We do plan to be discovered so I have to get back to my fighting weight, starting today. But first . .. . . . lunch.