Still think there's a little too much flab hanging around on my body so I am setting a new goal at 170 pounds; the goal if met will mean that I dropped 60 pounds since this journey began on April 15th.
Part of my problem is that I can see the miracle of ageing at work, having just turned 61 a couple months ago. The signs of that process were partially obscured by a layer of fat. In the process of the fat melting away, the reality was exposed and I am not too happy about it.
But that's what years of neglect does for you. Don't get me wrong, I am not morbidly dwelling on this new reality, I'll get over it, just bringing it up as I am sure that others have felt similarly here on the site.
For example, I think that the double chins hid the beginning of a wattle. So last night I started researching that issue.
Enough of this drama, here is the morning toe pic.
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And the morning brunch which was 1 corn tortilla, 4 eggs fried, one calabasas sauteed and one pork chop cooked with apple slices.
