All the poundage I put on immediately before Thanksgiving seems to have fallen off. I was pretty discouraged when my scale told me I had packed on an additional 4 lbs. over the holiday. I though I was managing my intake fairly well. I only had one plate for dinner. No, I'm not going to discuss how it was stacked, but those of you who have seen my mad plate-stacking skills might get a good idea. Then I only had two slivers of pie for dessert. I even exercised that morning by playing football with a group of guys for a couple of hours. The pictures of the bruise on my shin are too disturbing to post. Let's just say that I couldn't kneel until last night (and it still hurts to do so) because it had swollen so much. The dimensions (today) run about 10 or 11 inches long and about 6 inches wide. See what happens when I try to exercise.
So, it's back to the oatmeal. I've thrown away or given away all my candy and cake and pie and stuff. I've turned down brownies, cinnamon rolls, and other temptations. I did, however, kill a six pack of liquid poison over the course of a week.
For those who are watching my numbers (and laughing), I'm back to 280. Good news: there are no more leftovers. Bad news: there are no more leftovers.
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