This morning was a bad morning. I put on my favorite jeans and bent over to tie my shoes. That's when I heard it. The tragic sound of cloth ripping as the butt of my jeans gave up the good fight and split. In my defense, the pants were older and the fabric was a bit worn in the seat. But nothing is a slap in the face like your pants ripping. At least it didn't happen at work. Perhaps it was a wakeup call that maybe now is the time to go for a walk?
On a different note, during a conversation with my sister last night, she said to me that "hunger is fat leaving the body". She read it somewhere and actually I did too not that long ago. If hunger is fat leaving the body I have to say that it is not leaving fast enough. I'm beginning to think that someone should pull the fire alarm. That should get it moving.
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