For ten months Cliff and I have first lost, then maintained, our weight. My present goal is to stay below 145; his is to stay below 220. I went about a half-pound over mine during the weekend and so did he, but the next day we were back where we were supposed to be.
Anyway. Last week at our tractor club meeting (where sugary snacks are always served) they mentioned that the annual holiday dinner would be Sunday (last). Everybody was to bring a dish and join in the festivities. Cliff suggested I take my Old Settler's Beans, which are always a big hit.
"Cliff," I said, "We simply cannot go to every big holiday dinner that we're invited to. I'll be cooking Thanksgiving dinner for the family next month, and that one day alone could set us back ten pounds. We can't avoid that meal, but we can refuse invites to some of the others."
Yeah. We've been successful with our goals this year, but we still don't have the kind of will power it would take to go to all these functions and make wise choices. We'll pass on most of them. So much for any social life.