Waffling

I'm fat. I drink beer and I eat whatever I want, whenever I want it. Here's what I ate at a Waffle House yesterday- a waffle with butter and syrup, two sausage patties, two eggs over easy, two slices of toast with butter and jelly, and a bowl of grits. And I was still hungry when I finished the delicious meal. The most difficult part of reforming would be curbing this gluttony. With Lent looming, it's time to at least consider a change. I'm not so big that a personal trainer couldn't whip me into shape in ninety days. Any volunteers?

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I only spotted six confirmed Happy In Bag readers last night at the Record Bar, but I figure that there were at least that many of you there that I didn't know. It was hard to maneuver through the capacity crowd for Camera Obscura. While I wasn't expecting Fall Out Boy, the Scots weren't just dour. They were sour-tempered grumps. Lovely songs, though.