Two hundred and twenty-three massive pounds.  How is that possible?  I thought 165 pounds was too much.   Gaining that much weight was a long-term project.  It was a thoroughly enjoyable project with foreseeable major consequences.    My love affair with food has to end.  It’s going to be a messy divorce.  In the end, the nation’s food supply will be safe from my voracious appetite.

I’ve decided to follow my own advice and create a “Wellthy” plan.  I’m going to work on being positive about losing weight and not focus on all the luscious foods (stop that now,Stewart, I know you are thinking about Nothing Bundt Cake) I’m going to have to give up.  I know I teach that we never have to give up anything.  I preached that we simply have to cut back on/modify how we address food.

Are you old enough to remember the commercial that proclaimed, “I bet you can’t eat one?”  I am, and I lose that bet.  My children always said that in the Segal household, it was always “go big or go home.”  They were right.  One is not big.  One whole bag is!  In my case, it’s better to just not open the bag!

So, how is this going to work?  That’s the easy part.  I post my weight weekly and either I succeed, or I embarrass myself.  In other words, I put my money where my mouth is. While eating five-dollar bills doesn’t sound appetizing now, it may in a few weeks (maybe with some chocolate icing).  Yes, it’s best to keep a sense of humor abut such a grave matter (if I don’t, I’ll cry).

By the way, I want to thank one of my friends for sending me the air fryer.  It’s a marvelous device and will help me prepare new lower cal recipes

without sacrificing taste.  I’ll take any and all the help I can get in my long journey back to health and Wellth.  Being realistic, it’s going to take a year.  As I succeed, I hope others will join me and share their successes as well.

Here’s your music for the day.  Remember to click on the underlined words.  Here’s your joke:

What does one saggy boob say to the other saggy boob? If we don’t get some support, people will think we’re nuts.

Under the heading of jokes, I’d like someone to explain to me how you defund the police. Does defunding the police mean I can go 110 mph on the interstate?  Does it mean I can help myself to whatever I want as long as my gun is bigger than yours?  Who enforces the laws of the land?  I’m too old and fat to be a vigilante. 

Do they make diet MREs (field rations/meals ready to eat)?  It’s time to buy some.  Defunding the police can only lead to further chaos.  Maybe I should just enjoy eating and not worry about my weight.  Nah!  Got to get in shape now!

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2 Replies to “DAY ONE”

  1. You know another piece of wonderful wisdom you imparted on me was when my A-1c was first noticed elevated you said, “ go get a Ninja”…so I did! I make a ton of things in there and BTW, if I eat between meals it has to come from the Ninja!

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