Hot dogs, News People, Pant Sizes. 3 Months +
Sorry about the day's delay on my blog, Wednesday decided to be Busy Day this week. Meh, it happens. So onto the diet update...wait...Angela and I heard a term this week that made us realize something. We were watching the news, and they were talking about the physical fitness benefits of some of the Wii Fitness games. They said, that "It's great for physical therapy, senior citizens..." and then she said something that would change my world. She said that it was good if you were "Recovering from obesity." I'm sorry, recovering from obesity? I didn't know that sitting on your fat ass and doing nothing was a disease. I guess if forcing 24 bottles of Natty Ice down your throat every night, makes you an alcoholic...and alcoholism is a "disease". Then forcing 24 whoppers down your gullet before you even get to the bucket-o-fries you got waiting for you, must be a disease too.
What the hell? I remember a time, when crazy people were crazies, not getting an erection was called having a wet noodle, and the only cure was tears and gin, and 'recovering from obesity' was called being on a DIET! When the hell did all these over-elaborate terms come into play? I believe if we need to deal with these new terms, we should have a new, over-elaborate term for what news broadcasters do...we'll call it, "battling honesty".
Next topic, are hot dogs.
Now, not many of you know this, but I am sort of a hot dog connesieur. See, growing up, my mother would buy 2 dinners, because making dinner for us is hard when the gas is shut off. (I grew up in very poor conditions, none fun) She would get us whatever TV dinner was on sale, and always...ALWAYS, Bar-S Hot Dogs. Good ol' Bar-S dogs, 2 for $2.00 even when they weren't on sale. So yeah, I'm assuming there isn't only premium meats in there like the package leads me to believe. So most of my dinner memories from my childhood, are my family sitting down to watch TV, and me scuffling to the microwave for my delicious hot dog treats, throwing some cheese on it (only salvation) and quickly shuffling back over to the TV so not to miss any of Judge Wapner's amazing wit. Truly a Brady-esque family if there ever was one.
So recently, Angela and I were going shopping. We're standing at the deli counter, about to pick up some cheese. (the one and only constant since early childhood) I saw these "Pearl Country Club Hot Dogs" and thought it'd be nice to give a new type of 'dog' a try. 'Dog' is what the true hot dog vets call em. Angela and I order 3, grab our cheeses and dogs and we were on our way. We finish food shopping, with great deals on porterhouse steaks, which was a treat in itself, and we head home. For dinner, we decide to have burgers and dogs, on the grill of course.
I bit into this Pearl Country Club Hot Dog, and everything became wavy. That's when I realized I was having a flashback. It was to when I was sitting with my parents having dogs for dinner while we watch TV...except wait...what's this...there's no TV. We're eating Pearl Country Club Hot Dogs, smiling, playing frisbee outside while we grill. My dad and my mom aren't chain smoking, they're saying things like "I think I'll go back to school, to better our lives" and "I don't need this $13,000 motorcycle, let's put the money down on a house!" We're all holding hands and smiling, I hear "I Love the Flower Girl" playing in the background. Then I look in at the Pearl Country Club Hot Dogs on the grill, everything starts swirling around, and I come back to reality, look at Angela and she says "I'm never getting another type of hot dog again." I looked at her and said "Dogs Angela, dogs."
But, the diet's still going well, I'm definitely down at least 2 more pant sizes, but I'm not going to buy pants every time I drop a size, so I'll rock these 48's til I'm in the 30's again. The 30's, holy shit. OOH! I tried on my Pats jersey too, remember the 6xl with the "6xl" all scribbled over by a black marker. (slick idea on my part) Well, it's a friggin tarp on me now. I put it on just to go outside and put the top back on the Jeep, and when I did, the sleeves were down to my knuckles, and I could wrap it almost completley around me.
So, that's it. Other than me laying on my back so I can feel my ribs again, there's no more hilights. Hope you enjoyed the blog, see you in 6 days monkeys.
What the hell? I remember a time, when crazy people were crazies, not getting an erection was called having a wet noodle, and the only cure was tears and gin, and 'recovering from obesity' was called being on a DIET! When the hell did all these over-elaborate terms come into play? I believe if we need to deal with these new terms, we should have a new, over-elaborate term for what news broadcasters do...we'll call it, "battling honesty".
Next topic, are hot dogs.
Now, not many of you know this, but I am sort of a hot dog connesieur. See, growing up, my mother would buy 2 dinners, because making dinner for us is hard when the gas is shut off. (I grew up in very poor conditions, none fun) She would get us whatever TV dinner was on sale, and always...ALWAYS, Bar-S Hot Dogs. Good ol' Bar-S dogs, 2 for $2.00 even when they weren't on sale. So yeah, I'm assuming there isn't only premium meats in there like the package leads me to believe. So most of my dinner memories from my childhood, are my family sitting down to watch TV, and me scuffling to the microwave for my delicious hot dog treats, throwing some cheese on it (only salvation) and quickly shuffling back over to the TV so not to miss any of Judge Wapner's amazing wit. Truly a Brady-esque family if there ever was one.
So recently, Angela and I were going shopping. We're standing at the deli counter, about to pick up some cheese. (the one and only constant since early childhood) I saw these "Pearl Country Club Hot Dogs" and thought it'd be nice to give a new type of 'dog' a try. 'Dog' is what the true hot dog vets call em. Angela and I order 3, grab our cheeses and dogs and we were on our way. We finish food shopping, with great deals on porterhouse steaks, which was a treat in itself, and we head home. For dinner, we decide to have burgers and dogs, on the grill of course.
I bit into this Pearl Country Club Hot Dog, and everything became wavy. That's when I realized I was having a flashback. It was to when I was sitting with my parents having dogs for dinner while we watch TV...except wait...what's this...there's no TV. We're eating Pearl Country Club Hot Dogs, smiling, playing frisbee outside while we grill. My dad and my mom aren't chain smoking, they're saying things like "I think I'll go back to school, to better our lives" and "I don't need this $13,000 motorcycle, let's put the money down on a house!" We're all holding hands and smiling, I hear "I Love the Flower Girl" playing in the background. Then I look in at the Pearl Country Club Hot Dogs on the grill, everything starts swirling around, and I come back to reality, look at Angela and she says "I'm never getting another type of hot dog again." I looked at her and said "Dogs Angela, dogs."
But, the diet's still going well, I'm definitely down at least 2 more pant sizes, but I'm not going to buy pants every time I drop a size, so I'll rock these 48's til I'm in the 30's again. The 30's, holy shit. OOH! I tried on my Pats jersey too, remember the 6xl with the "6xl" all scribbled over by a black marker. (slick idea on my part) Well, it's a friggin tarp on me now. I put it on just to go outside and put the top back on the Jeep, and when I did, the sleeves were down to my knuckles, and I could wrap it almost completley around me.
So, that's it. Other than me laying on my back so I can feel my ribs again, there's no more hilights. Hope you enjoyed the blog, see you in 6 days monkeys.
