My small town has a great event planned this evening for downtown shopping. My office is located in the middle of it all, thereby enabling me to have a few drinks, venture out and check out the sites, go back and have a few drinks, venture back out . . . It’s an ideal set-up.
Unfortunately, I’m in a death match with my weight. Criminy. No matter how much I starve myself, the weight just keeps piling on. I finally Googled it and, WHAM, there were a bajillion search results. The link excerpts said things like, “Science doesn’t know why, but people undoubtedly pack on weight during the winter even if they keep exercising and eating right,” “People’s appetites seem to increase as the winter months approach,” etc. Those aren’t exact quotes, but definitely fair summaries of what I saw.
Soooooo, alcohol is problematic. If my ancestors’ need to preserve weight during the cold months hard wires me to pack on weight–by slowing my metabolism, increasing my appetite, etc.–I have my work cut out for me, and alcohol is the great bane of weight loss. As of this typing, I don’t know what I’ll do this evening, even though I am leaning towards tying one on. It’s been a long freakin’ week.
If you’re going out drinking, you may want to try Tiny Rebel’s CWTCH beer. It’s under fire for putting a lame teddy bear on its cans . . . thereby attracting preschool drinkers.
The more do-gooder activists get involved, the more iconoclastic I become. If I live long enough, I’ll probably get to the point where I walk around 24/7 with my arms extended and middle fingers up.Bookmark it: del.icio.us | Reddit | Slashdot | Digg | Facebook | Technorati | Google | StumbleUpon | Window Live | Tailrank | Furl | Netscape | Yahoo | BlinkList