We went to bed late. As I was about to turn out the lights, I noticed a bat flying around our ceiling fan. Visions of Mrs. Blandings and her battle of the bats in the attic. Flying bats in the bellfry are harder to ignore than mice. Trust me on this one.
Fortunately, it wanted gone as much as I wanted it gone, and after opening a few windows and doors it escaped fairly quickly.
A restless nights sleep ensued, and at 9 I was cooling my heels in the waiting room of my long time GP. Time for my semi-annual chastising.
I am fairly healthy for a fat man. Blood pressure 100 over 70. Total Cholesterol 140. All the tests were quite fine thank you.
When I go to the sawbones, I expect to hear 3 things. Lose some weight, lay off the cigars, get some exercise. I've been hearing 2 of those for 20 years or more. Sound advice I'm sure, but we both know he's chirping to the wall.
So after having his way with me, he stands me to a challenge. At face it's so simple, I can't wait to see how it turns out. Here is what he said.
Make an appointment for 6 months out. In the mean time lose 1 ounce per day. If you do it, next year is on me. If not pay double.
One ounce per day? Sounds easy, put like that, doesn't it?
I'll let you know just how easy it is.