Drop That Potato Chip

If you are a spiritual person, please consider praying for my wife. She is forced to live with me these days. And it is no picnic.

After coming back from vacation, I decided I needed to do something about the pants that were getting harder and harder to button. They weren’t shrinking.  The last straw was when I broke the wicker chair in our dining room. Here’s your sign…

The official weigh-in after the first week was good, But boy this is not easy and when the high point of my day is an eight ounce piece of microwaved chicken breast on a bed of lettuce, Mike is not a jovial, fun-loving guy. He is a mercenary who would cut you for a potato chip.

I had to take control of an out-of-control situation.

But watching me cut a piece of Parmesan chicken in half at last week’s Rotary, because it exceeded eight ounces, was stunning for everyone who sat at my table. More stunning was my small portion of green beans. I hate green beans.  But the diet says I get one “lean and green” meal a day. And the only thing on the Rotary buffet table was green beans. Guess what? I ate those green beans. Would have put my face down on the plate and licked it clean if it was socially acceptable.

Now imagine what it is like for my wife? Last night she said she now understands the stories she’s heard about wives breaking down and buying cigarettes for their spouses who are trying to quit smoking. That’s when I knew I was in trouble.

I know I need to lighten up or she will leave a snack cake out…or worse… toss me a radio….while I‘m in the bathtub.