October 1st

So, I'm dieing. Oops, that should read dieting. Spell check didn't pick it up because it realises it's the same thing. Actually what I should have said is, I was dieting. I was all gung ho! The first three days went great, I had lost a pound and a half. It was the fourth day that did it, I should have picked up on the clue when I hardly had the strength to lift my leg out of bed in the morning. The day's diet consisted of a thermos of peas, I know, you're waiting for the rest of the menu, but , that's it. It was some kind of "cleansing diet" as well. Talk about jumping in with both feet hey. I do have to say here, these were great peas, you know, the green ones, not the grey ones we poured out the can when we were kids. Anyway, we're hanging granite slabs on the exterior of the Mormon Temple here in town, so we're burning calories at an exponential rate, besides that, we're also on edge because some Mormon elder is slinking around the site looking to kick you off the site if caught swearing. So, it happens. Did you guess?Yep. You drop a slab of granite on your pinkie. So now, you have to bite your tongue, don't you? After three days of dieting, it's the first piece of meat you've tasted and it's game over. It's pizza and Cinnabons all afternoon. I gained four pounds that day.

Have a great day

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