hanging chins

frustrations and excitements and the sensual pleasures of life combined to inspire me to throw discipline and good sense out the window this past few days (and there was a reduction in the two commodities so very vital for a healthy life in the past couple of weeks so that i feel as bloated as i have all year tonight and just may not like what i see when i next step on the scale so i might avoid the unforgiving contraption until after i fast and poop a couple of few days... or i might just step on it the next time i stand up if i remember this mood i am in right at this moment the next moment i stand up because i sure am ready for a good old fashion self-focused reprimand... ut the junk food and sugar drinks and chocolate was so delicious, really... will i set my self-discipline back to high again when i wake up and maintain it throughout the next six to eight weeks so i can actually reach the tentative goal i set for myself at back some six months ago?... don'tcha just love cliffhangers?... well, not all cliffhangers, for instance, i'm not gonna be loving the cliff hanging over my belt in the morning... yeah yeah, nyuk, nyuk, we get the joke...

so do i hang my head down in despair and frustration and feel the discomfort of the double chins re-forming as the neck gets sweaty and reminds me of the foolishness of indulging the sweet tooth and decadent taste buds?... well, maybe for a moment but that sticky discomfort under my hanging chins feels so uncomfortable that if i don't lift my head i am giving up on a comfortable life and life without comfort is a quick path to death and i am not looking to die anytime soon so... shut the fuck up and get back on that self-disciplined horse... hannah?... winny?...

sheesh, did i even get to whine?...

narf :)