I hate to admit it, but I’m rather enjoying this new eating regimine…  Actual breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert – with no between meal snacks – is doing me well.  It’s actually kind of fun to look forward to a meal instead of just eating non-stop all day long. On the other hand, exercise sucks.  All of you people out there who talk about how wonderful you feel after almost killing yourself doing some stupid-assed exercise routine?!?  Well…  I have your endorphins right here.  Sheesh.  The day I feel fabulous with my labored breathing and aching body is the day you can plant me six-feet under.

The reality is… I don’t need six-pack abs.  I just don’t want 12-pack abs anymore.

So…  Onto the treadmill I go.  Trust me… food is much more fun.

Like tonight’s salad…

A bed of spinach and a few mixed greens, corn cut from an ear of white corn, half a zucchini, some cherry tomatoes, a handful of raspberries, a hard-cooked egg, and a pork chop sliced and sauteed with a drizzle of olive oil and a splash of red wine …

And dessert tonight is Birthday Cake.

My birthday is Tuesday, but Victor decided we needed to start celebrating, so he made an angel food cake. From scratch, of course.  Fresh-sliced strawberries and – we thought – whipped cream.  The calorie-gods must have been looking down upon us because lo and behold, the cream was sour.

Oh well…  There’s always tomorrow!