Pleased None The Less

I work in an office full of old men. Except for the ‘kid’, I’m the youngest guy in the room. When the endless conversation concerning food, football or everything wrong in the world gets to be too much, I put in ear buds and tune out to Pandora. Not that I don’t have an opinion on everything, because I do. Sometimes I need to get a little work done and that’s much easier to accomplish without overhearing marriage advice from a group of old men with more divorces than successful marriages; at least a 2:1 ratio by my estimation. Any time the advice starts with, you tell her this… It’s time for a rebuttal and or a little music.

Lucky for her he’s a good kid and smart enough to realize he’s surrounded by a whole lot of stupid.

Michelle’s always telling me not to focus only on weight, but to consider the inches lost too. Last night she grabbed a sewing tape and told me to hold still. The total loss so far is thirty-three inches. No wonder my jeans are getting saggy in the bottom again. The two numbers that stand out in my mind are my waist and my neck; 10” and 5” respectively. The next biggest loser was my thighs at three inches each.

Needless to say, I was pleased with the numbers.

Not like I will be when I break the hundred pound mark, but pleased none the less.