I mentioned much earlier in my blogging days that I found my panacea - Apple cider vinegar. After drinking a concoction of ACV, warm water and honey for just a few short weeks I dropped 8 pounds. I thought I had figured it all out. I could eat whatever I wanted and I didn't gain weight. It seemed too good to be true.....and it was. Once again the winter fats have struck. My jeans are tight and I've dug through my closet for all my most comfy, stretchy sweats. Years ago I said something to our dentist in NC about wearing sweats and he said, "oh yeah, and we husbands just LOVE seeing our wives in sweat pants". Somehow I knew he didn't mean that. It could have been the way he rolled his eyes. So what am I doing about it? Nothing really. I'm continuing to drink my not-so-magic potion every night and morning, hoping it will kick back in and I'll become my svelte self again. I'm sure the handful of chocolate chips I had after dinner won't help. Not chocolate chip cookies, a handful of chocolate chips, straight from the bag. Yes, I've stooped that low. Don't tell me you've never done that.
What is it about winter that brings out the hungries in us? Okay, another limerick. Why? Because limericks are fun. Once you start you keep trying to think of more. They're addictive like potato chips and goats.
The snow may be piled in mounds
and it's made such a mess of the grounds
I sit in my house
and shove food in my mouth
then come spring I have put on 10 pounds
I'm sure once I click "publish post" I'll come up with a better one.