So....summer is here and none of my shorts fit anymore. Veronica is looking at me with a jaundiced eye and asks if I'm gonna do something about that. Yep, I'll get right on it. So I go out and buy several pairs of new bigger shorts and she's still not satisfied. She wants me to lose weight but that was impossible for my dad so it probably will be for me too. My dad told me that "It's tough to diet when you're rich". :cheers So I figure I'll start jogging. I use to be a runner in high school, 30 years ago. Two miles a day for two weeks now. I am in pain 24 hours a day. My knees feel like an ice pick has been jammed into them. My back, tendons, and shins are all throbbing. 14 days of agony AND today I got back on the scale. Veronica walks in and asks how much weight I've lost. Not a single pound BUT, "I have become a slightly faster fat guy". :bored
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