I bumped into a friend while grocery shopping and she proceeded to brag about how her dog had lost 32 pounds on the diet he was on. A dog lost 32 pounds!
The secret? Simple, the dog eats what my friend feeds him. He is at the mercy of what and when she feeds him. There is no will power involved... which was promising since will power was a strength I never quite developed.
Inspired by the dog's weight loss, I rushed home, emptied my bladder, removed all excess clothing and stepped on the bathroom scale to log a starting point on my latest weight loss attempt.
Holy canolli! That can't be true!
I hopped off, then stepped back on. I rubbed my eyes and backed off. I tapped the scale with my foot, then kicked it for good measure. The needle rested precisely on 0. I drew in a deep breath and got back on the scale one more time. The wheel swung to the right, then to the left, and then settled exactly where it had the first two times.
I am forced to accept that the scale reading is accurate. (bite your tongues all you party poopers who might suggest that the scale may actually be broken).
I have lost 15 pounds since the beginning of summer.
Its probably the average daily temperatures of 90+ degrees that is causing my fat to melt away because it sure isn't exercise. Perhaps I've discovered this summer's new beer and chocolate fad diet.
Or maybe it was all that humus I ate this week~
No matter, what ever the reason at this rate I shall surely catch up with my friend's dog.
15 pounds! Do the math, that makes me 150. Dang, I haven't been this light since I was 7 months pregnant with Rocky... 13 years ago. I feel sexy!
Well, as sexy as one can feel while still haunted by yesterday's humus.
And being as I have lost all those pounds without even trying, I see no reason to change my eating or exercise habits.
Tonight I celebrate with beer and chocolates!