Dean's Blog

I think the hoilday season at the end of the year is one of the most difficult times for trying to lose the flab. I mean, standard days of the year are bad enough. At our weekly family dinners I have to fend off the copious amounts of bread, cream cheese, sour cream, potatoes, and pasta. Following the diner there is always the call of “bring on the dessert!” and “where’s the ice cream!” along with, “3 scoops or 5?”

So, Christmas comes along and the artillery bombardment becomes even more intense. It’s not just the stuff from the store, it’s the Christmas baking and homemade treats and chocolates at 10lbs of butter per square inch. It’s ok though, I am quite used to my wife baking up dozens of cookies “to give to other people” that I am ok with seeing treats go out the door instead of into my gullet.

At any rate, progress in my personal jihad against my waistline has been progressing. I actually had to take out a knife and cut a new hole into my belt, as it was just sort of hanging from my belt loops on the smallest setting. I’ll need to get new pants, but I don’t really want to buy a bunch if I’ll have the same process repeated in a few more months. Maybe they have Business casual sweatpants.