I’ve never been that guy who worries about a few extra pounds.
Like many of us, I’m sure I’ve found the numbers on the scale at my semi-annual check ups have been getting a little larger each time.
But this morning’s cooler temperatures have me re-thinking my strategy.
That’s because my favorite Cleveland Indians sweat shirt sure doesn’t fit as well as it did last fall.
My latest attempt to quit smoking since last Thanksgiving weekend has me breathing better, but looking larger as evidenced by the increasing space between the “Cleveland” and “Indians” on a sweat shirt that I fear is destined for the thrift shop if my dear wife ever sees me wearing it.
In the meantime, I’ll just be happy that I’m not a TV personality.
Perhaps I should substitute a burger and fries for lunch for a salad?
Then again maybe not.
There’s always that treadmill that’s gathering dust in the garage.
That’s the way I see it.