Another Week, Another Pound

Sometimes there is just nothing funny to say but when you lose weight who cares? Another week another pound. If I can keep this up for just a year my good friend Jeff will finally have to stop referring to me as John Goodman. I was about to say that that would wipe the smile off of his face, but anyone who knows Jeff knows that he hasn’t smiled since Rose let Jack fade away in the Titanic. In addition to the sinking of a great ocean liner that movie had a second happy ending for Jeff though when Rose, as an old lady, threw away Jack’s diamond ring instead of giving it to her granddaughter is who cared for her for so many years. But enough of my “Happy Days” friend.

And as for my own weight losing theory, it seems to be working. You can eat during the weekend and diet and exercise during the week and still lose weight. Cajin food on Saturday at “Bourbon Street” and Italian Food at "Daniellas" on Sunday both in Manhattan and I still lost a pound. My big test was Wednesday when a Long Island Dealership brought in Zorn’s for the entire office. Imagine Spare Ribs, Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes with Gravy and other awesome food and I all I had was the steamed broccoli. To me that is such torture that Sean Hannity and Bill O'Reilly will probably be advocating it to replace water boarding for our enemies as soon as they read my blog. Is that Will Power or what? No wonder my mother named me Will(ie). And just like Barrack Obama’s mother knew that one day he would grow up to be President causing her to get a phony Hawaiian birth certificate for him, my mother knew that one day I would grow up to have unprecedented will power inducing her to name me appropriately. I just don't understand why she gave me the middle name of "Harold" instead of "Power". But, on the bright side, at least she didn't name me Jeff.

See I told you I had nothing funny to say, but then losing a pound is better than being funny, at least for this week.