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.