Was it Einstein? I think it was Einstein. I could look it up, but then I'd lose my train of thought, and the way that train's been running lately, I'm better off keeping away from search engines.
Someone, I think it's Einstein, noted that doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results is insanity. I think it's more futility, but what do I know?
I know that my clothes got tighter while I wasn't looking. I thought about blaming it on those calories which hide in the washer & dryer and suck the extra space right out of the fabric. I'm sure I've read about that kind of calories on the Internet; and we all know that if it's on the Internet it must be true.
I thought about blaming it on my injuries which have kept me from getting my heart rate up. But, quite frankly, hand and arm have done just fine lifting goodies all the way to my mouth. I suspect that some of my residual limp is less limp than waddle.
Where am I going with all this? I'm going to make my clothes less tight. I'm not a seamstress by any stretch of the imagination, so instead of working from the outside-in, I'm going to have to work from the inside-out.
And what better time that autumn? No shorts or swimsuits on the horizon -- only blankets and flannels, if our recent loss of power is any indication of the months ahead. Autumn! With comfort foods and social foods and sampling foods. Since society will have us all dieting on January 1, so if we're going to eat butter, cheese, and sugar we'd better hop to it.
Yeah, a great time to fix what's not working.
My best weapon right now is that I want to be healthy. My tighter clothes aren't the issue -- they're a symptom. I've had enough injury this year to last me a lifetime; I want the rest of my lifetime to be glorious, not burdensome.
Eat better. Move more. Ignoring those instructions and thinking I'll be healthy... futile insanity.