Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.
Nevertheless, I’m planning a no diet, diet for the New Year. I’m simply counting calories the old fashioned way and gonna drag my lazy who know what to the gym at least four days a week.
I’m also resolving to eat at least five servings of fruits and/or vegetables a day.
I still eat like a kid – if it’s not fried or sauteed in butter, I’m not interested. A serving of vegetables is only a half cup. Surely I can get that down.
I haven’t had a vegetable or fruit since Christmas Day and I’ve been polishing off the pecan pie and peanut butter pies my Aunt Emma brought down. Consequently, my jeans have shrunk two sizes. I’ve GOT to have my dryer checked, it must be getting too hot!
Right now I am listening to a crockpot of vegetable soup bubbling away in anticipation of the Music City Bowl tonight. Marie, Judy, Brenda and I will be watching it on my new big screen hi-def television set and screaming so loud, the police will probably be called in.