That is a problem I could stomach unto death.
Today I ate a bowl of cereal, painted in oils, cooked a dinner, and felt like I gained 7 pounds. Or are they kilograms where people are happier?
I prefer your setbacks!
The friends I have, thankfully, and they stop by. We drink a pint or two, and put on the weight.
Oh, but that sun... By February I’m begging for it!