But Buddha just seems so happy being fat...

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There's been a lot of changes around the homestead...


Although I publicly vowed to put forth my best effort to lose weight after the birth of Baby C, my plan was a little side tracked by the holiday season...you know, Christmas, New Years, Valentines Day, Day Light Saving Time, St. Patrick's Day, and of course, Easter. It's truly a killer stretch for all of us weight conscience people.

Then the moment of reckoning finally came (yep, I ran out of excuses), and I knew it was time to get serious about that promise. What also didn't help my case was an interwoven visit to the doctor during this time frame that came with a couple of eye-opening revelations. Once Mrs. Tony C got the news...Bob Dylan was added to my iTunes because The Times They Are a-Changin'.

Being forty-something and trying to lose weight is...I'm convinced...of the devil. As I stated in my early referenced blog post, I wasn't a big eater from the start. After a little self-analysis, Mrs. Tony C told me the sodas had to go (isn't that the way self-analysis works in your home?). Truth be told, I probably drank close to half of my caloric intake daily. Making matters worse was my poison of choice, the coup de grace of my dietary need for change, the comfort food of all comfort consumables for yours truly...Mt. Dew.

Say it isn't so!

But alas it be true. I was addicted to the stuff like a junky to the heroin spoon convinced I couldn't get through a day without at least few dozen ounces of that sweet nectar. Throw on top of that my daily intake of the Southern classic take on sweet, iced tea, and I was practically a walking sugar cane...or corn stalk...or wherever all that bad stuff comes from in sweet drinks.

So out of our frig went all the sweet stuff (and ice cream from the freezer...tear) and in marched fruits and vegetables I'd never heard tell of before...much less eaten. Mrs. Tony C has been full-speed ahead and, I must admit, looking incredibly good...curse her and her twenty-something year old metabolism. She goes on and on about a Zumba class she recently joined so much I feel like I'm getting residual cardio effects from all the banter. She's been encouraging me to go with her, but I'm not sure our home-owners or umbrella insurance policy covers any damages or injuries I might cause jumping around in a crowded room full of delicate, and much smaller, females...

I decided (see conditions of self-analysis above) to actually implement life-style changes and let the results come as they may over time. As tempting as the immediate results I've seen on others are, I'm steering clear of the diet fads...especially the latest craze over taking HCG, the female pregnancy hormone.

Looking pregnant is bad enough. I'm just saying stranger things have happened.

To be continued as the year progresses...

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