Dieting. Again.

I really hate dieting. There’s something about being on a diet and thinking “I sure would like to have a piece of chocolate, except I CAN NEVER HAVE ANY EVER AGAIN if I want to have a waistline that is smaller than my hips. I’m thinking…..what was it I wanted to have a waist for again? Oh, yeah, to keep my pants from falling down.

My former DiL called this evening and told me to be SURE, if I went to the Christmas parade, to buy a cupcake from her friend because her friend makes cupcakes that are so good that you would not believe. “Oh, I believe!” I told her. “It’s just that I’m not doing that anymore.”

“Doing what?” she asked.

“Eating cupcakes.”

I don’t think she believed me. She should have.

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