Posted by fictionteller | Posted in Gaystoryman Opinions, Obesity, Rambling On | Posted on 19-07-2006
So it really is interesting trying to lose some weight. So far, knock on wood, I have managed to more or less keep to the diet of just cutting back on the portions rather than anything specific, like calorie counting or whatever.
In looking at this, I know I need to also exercise more and with a 9 month old pooch around, that perhaps should be easier to do than it is. I suppose part of it is being lazy, but also I think it is the conditioning.
No, not pumping iron conditioning but that of society itself. I mean somehow there just doesn’t seem to be time to get out and take the pooch out. Now Dave does in the morning but I kind of want to take to her out at night just never seems to be time.
By the time I get the next day’s groceries, do the after dinner routines, it is nearly time to head up and spend time with Mom. When that is over, time for Dave to head off to sleep for work in the morning. So I suppose I could go then, but I keep putting it off, and to be honest I would rather go with Dave along. Selfish I suppose but I do enjoy his company even though we been married for eons it seems.
Maybe I can get my fat ass in gear to re-arrange this so I can get out with the dog and Dave. Should help and somehow I figure I should too.