My pesky neighbor has gained weight and it’s that time of year for our “fat chicks” diet contest. Those two things have collided and the result is that we’re taking evening walks (with just a little arm twisting of Mr. Pesky Neighbor).
I’m now eating smaller portions of things I don’t really want — and I’m not sure how Mr. Pesky will move forward other than the additional exercise. The cooler mornings and evenings make walking more enjoyable, but I still hate it.