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My husband is so darn cute! I just have to share a poem with you that he wrote and sent to me at work today.  He titled it “Pecs” 

I care for one measure,

Among my specs

And that’s the tally

Of my pecs

My arms are ginormous

My back ripped and cut

From the nape of my neck

To top of my butt

But among all my parts

My chest sectoral

Stands out from the rest

Thanks to my pectoral

They are my treasured parts

I bear them like rubies

My most precious asset:

My strong man boobies

I care for one measure

Among my specs

And that’s the tally

Of my pecs

Isn’t he cute? We both write poetry, although he is far more creative and talented than I am.  I just wanted to share that with you - he’s been working hard to loose weight along with me, and I love how he inspires me to be beautiful, and how he encourages me each day.  I love the look in his eyes when he eyes me up and down (LOL~) and comments on my new skinny clothes.  I don’t know what I would do without him?  

Last night we were out in the neighborhood walking our dog, our daily routine, (oh, and even though you don’t read this - I love you, Bella!! Ruff!) while I was riding my bike. Life was going great, and I felt the pounds dissolve from my sweat (LOL~) when we saw the ice cream truck.  I love the music that it plays, by the way. My first thought was - NO WAY, I’m not going to fall back into my old habits, that’s how I gained so much weight in the first place.  But then, I looked more carefully at the driver and saw his face.  His poor, tired face.  It was cloudy and there were no children around. My hubby had told me once about how difficult work can be for the driver of these addicting trucks, and all the things you’d have to go through to be sitting in their job (Bob had applied for it before, so he knew the drill.)  And I felt so sorry for him, I couldn’t resist.  So I bought an ice cream sandwich. I know, slap my hands, bad girl!  But he was so happy and we had a good conversation with him.  I felt like we’d made his evening.  So then I continue to ride with my now very sticky hands (LOL~) and I felt the pounds crawl back up through my feet back into my belly.  Seriously, riding a bike after eating an ice cream sandwich certainly does not mix!  I lost my energy and I went home feeling kinda tired and ready for bed.  Isn’t that funny?  I knew one ice cream wouldn’t hurt me. But I seriously could feel the difference in how I felt.  It was kinda eye opening for me, and hard to explain.   

I made the ice cream man happy - so at least my evening was not spent in vain… LOL~

However, I will not be eating ice cream and riding my bike again at the same time either… I will just have to find other ways to support my community ice cream truck driver, hee hee!!

Okay - ‘nough babble for today, I go back to work now.  Happy Happy Joy Joy Buddies!! Have a wonderful day and avoid the ice cream today at all costs.