November Blahs

As the days get shorter, I find that my body and mind seem to go into hibernation. There is a tendency to want to curl up with a good book in bed. Writing appears to be too much work.

Not much exciting seems to be happening. Sure, I’ve lost 36 pounds and I’m still going down. Maybe that’s part of the problem. I’m suffering from pizza withdrawal. My body is in shock from a few months of healthy foods being eaten. I have eaten more apples in the past week than I have eaten in some years. I don’t know how much more lettuce I can look at. The funny thing is that I don’t have the same craving for food. As the fat has melted away, so has my desire for the stuff that put it there in the first place. I have learned the discipline of moderation. A little taste of everything is just fine.

Still, I long for more adventure in my life.

I have done something wild and crazy, though. No, I haven’t gotten a tattoo or pierced any part of my body. That will never happen. It’s just not me.

As my body has shrunk, some of my clothes are too large. Some of my briefs were getting too large and a bit old, so I decided to try something different. I bought boxer briefs. For a guy to go from briefs to boxers or vice versa is a bold move indeed. It is as bold as changing toothpaste, which is something I can’t contemplate doing. But I took the plunge anyway.

By making this move, I discovered one thing. I really don’t think of underwear much during the day. It has made no difference whatsoever.

So I have to try some other foolish thing to do. Then again, at this time of year when the days are getting shorter, I don’t mind being dull and boring.