[Since my =
stroke and close call with death, I have been given “leeway” =
to enjoy life a bit, especially “good eats”. My wife =
has spoiled me and I’ve eaten everything (and anything) I =
craved. It is now time to “pay the piper” and spend =
the next month in a sort of “living hell” we call dieting. =
Watching fried fatty food . . . from a distance. Knocking down =
triglycerides, blood pressure and any food that his at all tasty. =
<sigh> ]
Psalm 274 pound
Strict is my =
diet. I must not want.
It maketh me =
to lie down at night hungry.
It leadeth me =
past the candy shoppe.
It trieth my =
willpower.
It leadeth me =
in the paths of alteration for my figure’s sake.
Yea, though I =
walk through the aisles of the pastry department, I will buy no sweet =
rolls, for they are fattening.
The cakes and =
the pies, they tempt me.
Before me is a =
table set with Brussels sprouts and kale.
I filleth my =
stomach with liquids. My day’s quota runneth =
over.
Surely calorie =
and weight charts will follow me all the days of my =
life.
And I will =
dwell in the fear of scales forever.
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"