EATING

This is similar to when I stopped smoking almost eight years ago.  I didn't want to talk about it this soon for fear of jinxing myself.  I think I may have turned the corner on overeating.  This is day six of the conversion.  Hopefully, February 22 will be as important a date for me as August 20.

Don't expect anything radical.  My goals are simple: to be able to see my feet while standing; to be able to clip my toenails more comfortably; to be able to play softball again for one more year without embarrassment.  I just don't want to be the shape I see in the mirror.

As a boost to my ego, I'll relate a story from Tuesday past.  At my volunteer job, several people looked at me askance when I said I was fifty years older than the stout young partner with whom I was loading heavy cartons on skids in the warehouse.  They guessed I was about 55.  Face!  It turned out I was right -  I'll be 69 before he is 19.

All encouragement will be appreciated.
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