And no, not The Weight by The Band. Actual, physical weight. I’ve been trying to get my down for years, if not months now, but it’s almost as high as it’s ever been (I peaked at 216, and I’m over 209 now).

Part of me knows it’s just a straight willpower thing. I know what to eat and how much, but having something delicious in front of you, particularly at this time of year?

I need to go hang out where people eat celery and carrots, and not rumballs and nanaimo bars.

And yet, you can’t take all the joy out of life. You can probably put that on my headstone when I die of weight-related causes. He always ate the joy out of life.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 515 words, novella: The Mungk