Okay Karen,
I am adding a new post. Yes, my intentions to lose weight are still around, but my actual progress is another story. I mean, I am really tired of my fat self. But living here in Texas is so hard- with all the wonderful and delicious Mexican restaurants around and whatnot. In fact, I had Mexican today. It is a new place in Frisco. We will go there when any of y'all come down.
I was walking with my sister's sister-in-law, but she went out of town for 2 weeks so we got out of the habit. She is back now, but I am going out of town tomorrow, so maybe when I get back I can get back in to the swing of things. Plus, maybe it won't be so hot.
I admit to hanging out at Sonic a little too much. The car hops all know my name and my drink (route 44 vanilla diet coke). I guess I really need to get a life, ya think?!
I really think my weight gain is hormonal. (that's my story and I'm sticking to it!)
My sister Linda went to a hormone specialist. He prescribed some hormones to her. She lost weight and looks pretty good. Anyway, when she went back for a follow up, the doctor was a woman. But she had the same name as before when she first went in. She realized the doctor had a sex change. I wonder about those hormones he prescribed for her. Don't you?
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That is hysterically funny!!
I don't want to lose weight that bad!!
I've stalled out at the 7 lb mark, so I guess I'm going to have to add some form of exercise if I want to reach my goal.
Donna, how far were you walking?
I'm staying away from the carhops, but still struggling with Mom's refrigerator! The rootbeer screams my name when I walk in her door...
What is it you call people who make it easy for you to continue your addiction?
Enabler . . . or is that en-abler . . . I think I've found your seven pounds. I've found a swim workout that I'm enjoying. I'm not very hopeful that anything is going to result in weight loss. I need my jaws wired together!
Enabler? ENABLER? I resent that. You two are so bad. Three, actually. Honey didn't use the EN word but she's thinking it.
When I start out the door on my way to Kroger, Phillip always says, "Get more rootbeer for Karen. Don't let her run out."
Karen has done some kind of snow job on poor Phillip. He thinks she is the nicest person in the world.
I say, "Phillip, Karen is trying to lose weight."
He says, "Just be sure plenty of rootbeer is available. If she doesn't want one, she won't drink it."
Uh huh.
Put some more potato chips on his table!
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