I finished reading my book, and I’m bored. I’ll have some crackers.
I’ll make a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. The bread is small. I’ll make two.
It’s TV commercial time. I’ll eat a few chips.
Doctor says my cholesterol level is normal, but the weight is creeping up.
Abdominal fat surrounds and presses on organs, adversely affecting them. Phooey! I’ll live forever.
And so, like Ebenezer Scrooge, our chains of obesity are acquired. So easily gained, forged one link at a time. So difficult to divest ourselves of.
Cast off your chains. Be healthy.
The above is a somewhat distressing, very personal account of the five years since I retired, still eating as I did when I worked, but no longer working. I would not insult by pointing fingers and using the ‘Fat’ word, just a gentle reminder, and a wish for the best for all.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.