...but I'm not ready for it yet since it would involve shopping.
I'm trying not to be fat, and that precludes drunkenness as there are lots of calories in alcohol. Beer slows the metabolic rate of fats - curse the British for their study that found that "when alcohol was added to a high-fat, high-calorie meal, less dietary fat was burned off and more was stored as body fat." I'm no longer invincably ignorant.
The ten pounds I gained over the holidays must be shed, requiring portion control of foods as well as exercise and no beer but for Fridays. Clothing never lies and it certainly got my attention when pants became suddenly - almost overnight? - tight. The thought of experiencing the horrors of shopping, of descending into "Mall hell" (pardon the redundancy), frightens me into submission of my appetites.
Last night we headed back to H20 aerobics after a three week break and there was much water sluicing and ducing. I was serious about it, and the instructor praised my "breakthru", evidenced apparently by better posture & greater use of the abs. All I know is that I was hungry to burn calories given the visions of that mawing jaw of Mall, the fourth circle of Hell in the updated Dante for suburban males.