So this is how life works. You're a teenager and can eat until you drop and not gain an ounce.

This continues through your 20s. Then the 30s come along and you have to scale it back. Then the 40s and you have to get serious about exercising.

Well, I am on the backside of 40 now, and I don't just gain a pound or two. They bring along their friends and have a party on my thighs.

I had five pounds to lose at Christmas, and now I only have 10 to go. But I am working at it, getting a few runs in on the Ridgeland trails and walking Max the dog before hitting the office.

Then last night I went to an M-Braves game, drank a couple of beers and ate a hotdog. I got home and ate ice cream with my daughter. And guess what.

Those two pounds I lost in July came back to see me in August.

I was telling my friend Dustin about it, and he said something worth cross-stitching and hanging in a frame.

You made good memories and had fun. Those weigh a lot more than the pounds.

So now, when I go off the diet, it will be in the pursuit of some hefty good memories.

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