The title of this blog has already given you a hint as to what probably lies in store...... El Hubbo and I periodically (usually after an unusually heavy meal) declare with heart-felt seriousness that we have to "do something" about our weight. We both were ag majors in college and we know that the basic formula to weight loss is fewer calories in, more calories burned. There is just one little problem with this: We like food. That may be an understatement. We love food. And we are both great cooks. And we appreciate the culinary skills of others. But, this tie that binds us together also makes us a horrible support system for each other. Each of us has, without anything close to appearing as shame, completely torpedoed each other's prior attempts at weight loss programs. We are weak, I tell you, WEAK. While not a fan of "fad diets", we recently were moaning and groaning about how miserable we felt. (I think it was after a fabulous steak dinner.
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.