Medical check-ups makes one feel FAT.
But before I launch into this depressive post, here are a couple of funny strips about one of my favorite characters, Poncho (from Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan).
I didn’t know that Poncho was so fashion-conscious. 😀
And we continue our regular programming. I’ve neglected dieting for ages and I nearly fainted in the clinic yesterday after the nurse weighed me for my regular check-up. Yes, I did wear boots that must have weighed a ton but I still weighed more than I ever dreamed I would even after you skim that extra ton off.And I am not going to say what the number is, grrrr.
This means torture time.
- Rice can only be eaten every four days.
- No more chocolates for dessert.
- Start eating like a Frenchwoman again (three forkfuls of sinful stuff).
- Regular gym habit burning at least 300-400 per session.
If I am not thin again by the end of March, shoot me.