So here I sit on this 42nd day into Lent.  I’m sipping my black coffee and feeling as fat as my laughing Buddha.  I am, however, not feeling as jolly.

I’ve been feeling more tired lately, finding myself breathless when Sheba and I are out for our walks.  It is hard to bend over to tie my boots.  I attribute that to the amount of clothes that I have on.  Yesterday, I could not find any clothes that looks good on me.  Everything emphasizes my belly.  I look like my laughing statue.  Well, my ears do look considerably smaller than his.

I still went out for lunch, but that was after a romp at the dog park.  I have discovered this restaurant called the Asian Buffet and the food was just sumptuous with so many selections.  I chose mostly the healthy ones or so I tried to comfort myself.  To tell the truth, I felt full after my appetizers of  2 steamed Vietnamese rolls, 4 little sushi rolls and a tiny salad.  But I felt compelled to go back for my plate of fried rice, stir fried veggies, some noodles and 2 little deep fried chicken nuggets.  And of course, after that some dessert of fresh fruit and one tiny sweet square.

Well, I am not quite sure whether I am still so enamored with the restaurant.  Perhaps it is too much of a good thing.   To be sure, it doesn’t really help my weight problem.  But I want to get all the mindless, addictive eating out of my system.  Now I can settle down and do something about it.  What better time than now, in the last days of Lent, to make that commitment?

I have a plan already.  One must have a plan.  Start small.  Add to it.  Figure in lapses.  Keep at it.  The reward would be feeling better, looking good and being able to bend over to tie my boots without gasping for air.