It’s the fat day of the year and so I am…

Fat, that is. And, sassy… but not brassy, I believe.

While my husband and I benefitted for poor health ‘interludes’ throughout last fall, the year’s closer was the loss of beaucoup pounds. Not with intent, but as an artifact. A fact, none-the-less. We felt svelte.

Then the string of holidays’ trains arrived: Christmas, New Year’s Eve, Super Bowl Sunday, My Birthday, Valentines Day, a brilliant four-day weekend to attend the Western Winter Blast Pyrotechnics Show (wowzer, I must say) and now, Mardi Gras. Jaws eager and wide open, we pounded them calories down, wound them round our waists and then some…

And here we are on Mardi Gras and I’m also blowing my own horn.

I’m “In the Mood”, one of my father’s favorite Glenn Miller tunes.

We’ve enjoyed an array of food on our path to wellness and, despite a metabolism subdued by age, we’ve not regained all the pounds lost…

Well, just one. Or two…

Tomorrow is Forgiveness Wednesday, I declare. ReStart Weight Watchers style. Perhaps give up all food for Lent.

I’ll be toasting my semi-plump self with water and chowing down on rice cakes, cottage cheese, and V-8.

What about you? What diet plan  do you tout?

Rooty-toot-toot!