I stepped on the scale this morning. Holy Shit! I am up 5 lbs. Not that I'm really surprised since last week we had our Success Sharing party at work - food all weekend... and into the middle of the week. This past Wednesday our Northern Divisional President walked the store and... as you might expect, they brought in more food. Unfortunately, I have been cursed with the ability to graze. That's right! The dirty, little truth is that I am a grazer. Never take me to a buffet. My definition of smorgasbord is more goes in... my mouth. For a grazer, I've had a really great 3 weeks. Now I must face the ugly truth... calories count. Shit. To make things even worse, when I graze I also turn into a sloth...
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| The grazing zone |
And isn't Brexit turning into a big cluster fuck? Blame those damn conservatives, the ones who said "this is going to be easy" (wrong). You know? The ones who promised the UK would leave the EU "on our own terms" (wrong). Boy, did those conservatives sell the British people a bundle of shit. The Idiot Jerk in the White House is anxiously waiting for Brexit to happen. His administration is already looking forward to the 'great, trade deals.' Yo! Britons! In case you didn't know, the Idiot Jerk's definition of a fair trade deal is to "take you to the cleaners." When he and his minions say 'fair deal,' what they're really saying is "what's in it for me." They don't care about setting up an equitable trade accord with the UK. If you give him the chance, he will bankrupt you.
