Ma did a lot of gym classes before COVID but when the gyms closed during the pandemic she decided that she loved walking me more than doing Zumba and the like.
She has been faithful to the trots but the positive impact of our long walks was diminished by opening a tearoom and sampling way too many of her own products.
She’s got very chunky and all her clothes, even the super stretchy ones are too tight so each new month she weighs herself.
First thing is she nearly faints that she’s managed to pile on more pounds. Frankly I don’t know why this comes as a surprise.
She then commits to turning over a new leaf and doing something about it.
So it was yesterday, being the start of August, she put the paws on the pointer.
Since we have only five months left in the year she has again drawn a line in the sand and is ready to start the salads.
This may last until this evening or she may give the willpower a kick in the butt and get on a roll.
I will keep you posted on progress but if we start now we should be back to pre Covid composition by Christmas. Just in time for feasting!!!
Blessing#2149-First of the Month
Booming Banter 