I was putting on my shoes when Dorothy stepped out of the kitchen with a look of concern. "What?", I said to her. "I heard you groan. I thought something happened to you." "No", I replied. "I was just tying my shoes."
I've gained 20 pounds since I retired and I don't know how to get it off. We try to walk a mile or two three times a week but that doesn't make up for the nine miles a day I walked when I was delivering mail.
Actually, I do know how to get it off. Increase activity and decrease calories. What kind of life would that be? I'm retired; can't I take it easy? Dorothy is such a good cook; I hate to hurt her feelings by not devouring everything she makes down to the last crumb.
Then I think of the diabetes and high blood pressure that runs in the family and are probably waiting in the wings eager to make their appearance. I know I'd better buckle down and change my lifestyle in order to maintain a quality of life that's worth living for the long haul.
Well, maybe tomorrow I'll start a new regime. Today, Dorothy's frying chicken and making potato salad.
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You know Wally, I've heard that same stuff somewhere before. I believe it may have come out of my mouth or did it just run though my head as a thought?
I'm up to 236 and when I bend over to put on socks and shoes, there's no way I can breathe. It takes me a few minutes to accomplish the job.
Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I've heard that somewhere before also. Hmmm.
Great pictures.
The hardest thing, I find, about being retired is not getting bitter about things like finally having the time to relax, and putting on 30 pounds thinking about it while eating Haagen-Dazs.
You are so sweet not to hurt Dorothy's feelings!
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