Lately I’ve grown pretty darn tubby, to the extent that I feel as if a whole other person—like, say, an eight-month-old baby—is strapped to my stomach, a baby which, like any baby, has a whole arena of needs and desires of its own.
I’m now so much heftier than I’ve ever been in my life because I spent 2014 and well into this year writing a novel that … let’s see, how to put this? … motivated me to buttress myself, to self-protect. Which meant (surprisingly, actually) my eating a lot of comfort foods.
While sitting at my desk.
Almost literally around the clock.
For sixteen freakin’ months (that went by like a week).
Thank God for my gym/basketball pants: without them I’d now have nothing to wear at all. All my regular pants scoff at the idea of my squeezing into them.
Man, if there is one thing I cannot abide, it’s scoffing pants.
But what can I do? That’s the thing about pants: they know when they’re right. And they lord it over you like Henry the VIII on a turkey leg.
Anyway, lately I’ve been thinking about how I might best go about losing my extra poundage.
And in preparing this post, I discovered something fascinating: the most efficacious way in the world to instantly start losing weight is to look at a really clear photograph of Spam. (For extra … other-weirdlyness, just add blue to the background!)
Whew. Problem solved!
No it’s not.
I love Spam!
Gottdangit it! How does anyone ever lose weight?
Anyway, why, you ask, did I want as an illustration for this post a picture of gelatinously delicious Spam?
Because I wanted to say this: Last Wednesday, the 15th, I emailed out the first issue of my new newsletter. (Which, as ever, is totally ad-free—and cost free, which I mention only because a few folks have asked if it costs anything to receive: it doesn’t—and it’s pretty, so … you know. It’s like flowers. Edible flowers! Wait—no. Sorry. Just flowers.)
If you received my newsletter, you know that it’s an absolute wonderment of revelation, and also a bunch of personal stuff that has no more to do with Christian concerns than does, say, a delicious bowl of B & J’s Cherry Garcia ice cream, which I now believe should actually be illegal, despite the fact that, even as I type this, I’m inwardly impaling myself on a spoon because I know there’s none left in our freezer.)
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Your Spam folder. I’m talking about your Spam folder. Cuz that’s where it’s probably
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If you did receive, and have read, Issue Numero Uno, check this out! Yesterday we got plans from our architect! Our Future Abode is so … awesome looking. If you’re Cat and I, anyway. I’ll show it to you in the next newsletter.
Okay. Righto. Good job. Onward and upward. And definitely outward. But not for long, I hope. Because you know what they say: scoffing pants are the worst.