Forgot The Cherry On Top

I forgot to write about the one really good thing that happened last week. My husband had a doctor's appointment Friday with his heart doctor. He passed with flying colors. He said the doctor checked him all over, and said all his arteries sounded good, he had good blood pressure, and he lost over 50 pounds.

We're not sure exactly why he lost any weight. I guess it's because he hasn't been eating his man steaks. He used to get steaks custom cut at the local meat market. He called them steaks, I called them roasts. I would also get custom steaks, but mine were lady steaks, cut about as thin as a pork chop. Anyway, he hasn't been eating as much but hasn't been on any kind of diet. Also he's not drinking as much beer anymore, which eliminates some calories. Not like he's a big drunk or anything, but he likes beer. So sue him.

I wish I could loose 50 pounds. I've been slowly expanding for quite some time. I think I'm going to have to bite the bullet and swear off the bottle. No more soda. No sweet bubbly nectar of the Gods. No refreshing pick-me-up to start the day. No relaxing citrus goodness greeting me at the end of a hard day at 411. No authoritative snap when I open a can. Sigh. This is going to be tough. I think I need duct tape. If I can't open the refrigerator, I can't drink the soda, can I?