I don’t even pretend that I can cook. I give my husband dinner disclaimers before I serve supper: “This meal is not exactly like the recipe said, I didn’t have an ingredient so I substituted another. Oh, and I put in a Tablespoon of salt instead of a teaspoon. I didn’t have my glasses on … More Heard about Cronuts? How about Cuffins?
Wow. After two years, my humble blog was picked for Freshly Pressed. I think the photo had something to do with it. Who doesn’t love Stan and Ollie, the Fat and Skinny friends? Which reminds me of this silly poem my father told us: Fat and Skinny had a race, Up and down the pillow … More Basking in the afterglow of being Freshly Pressed
**** REBLOGGED from 2013 **** I’m one of those folks who has been on/off a diet her whole life. Yes, I’ve done them all. Last year, my husband and I did have good success with Weight Watchers. We attended the weekly meetings (aka “Date Night“). We worked out at the gym Monday through Friday. We … More I sold my Fat Jeans on eBay and now I want them back
insertpicturehere….well I can’t find the pics. use your imagination. 🙂 If you’ve ever been to Lake Placid, NY, [the home of the 1980 Winter Olympics], you know that the “locals” there are in good shape. As you drive the highways, there are bicyclists biking on the shoulders of the roads. Signs everywhere warn you to … More My Big, Fat Trip to Lake Placid (and AuSable Chasm)
I don’t much believe in LUCK, myself. I believe in coincidences with the definition of Luck being: “Luck equals hard work meeting opportunity.” I don’t believe in “Friday the 13th” curses. I do have a favorite number. More about that later. I have an Aunt who gets mystified by the number 11. Even before 9/11, she … More Do you have a lucky number?
Another day, another diet. I’ve lost probably hundreds of pounds in my life. And gained it all back. I know, Boo Hoo. I know I’m not the only one. My two biggest issues are 1) eating after supper ! That is not, not, not something I should do and 2) I get soooo depressed … More Yes, Weight Watchers, It’s Me Again