No More Junk

I know people are not exactly going to feel sorry for me but I have officially come to the point where I can barely swallow the junk food that I've been forcing myself to eat.

Over the course of the summer and during my recent recuperation, I lost 25 pounds (or 19%) off my normal (massive) weight. I hadn't weighed so little since junior high school.

So, what's a guy to do?

Oreo's. Milanos. Haagen Daaz. At least three times a day. For the past two weeks.

I have to admit, I was digging it. What is better than Oreos, Milanos and Haagen Daaz?

Then, over the past few days, I started to get my strength back. My appetite started to normalize. I started eating bigger meals. Today, I could barely swallow three Oreos. No Milanos. No ice cream. I can't even think about it. Yecchh.

How sad.

Is that violin music I hear in the background?

Shana Tova and Other Thoughts

I have been dealing with a fairly serious medical situation for the past few weeks so it's been a while since I've posted. Baruch Hashem, I am fine, but the process has been rough and I still have a ways to go.

Although I haven't posted, I gave a fair amount of thought to where I want to go with this blog, influenced, obviously, by what's been going on. I'm still not sure what I want to do but, for sure, I expect to post less frequently, less snarkly, and, perhaps, more seriously and with more focus on specific topics like Jewish communal affairs and the economy. What I eventually decide will play itself over the coming weeks and months.

In the meantime, I extend best wishes for a sweet and happy year and a gmar chasimah tova to all my readers. This year has been an incredibly eventful and happy year for the MoC family with the marriage of OOD to the Holy Goalie, the arrival of our third grandchild (and second grandson) and the adoption of The Vance. We have much to be grateful for.