Fat Don't Fly

I gained a few pounds in my latest slow-down or lay-off. Whatever you want to call it. I am about 13 lbs over the race weight I'd like to be. Why? Because I am stupid and lack self-control. That's the short answer.

This said after a morning of animal crackers and peanut butter. Fat don't fly. Or so I heard one day when I was watching this stuff:

And now I remember. Remind me next time you see me pounding the round food* - running big miles and weighing a few extra pounds is a recipe for sore joints and additional pain. But I just like eating too much.

*Round foods are doughnuts, pizza, bagels, sausage patties, hamburgers, cake, pie, cookies, ... you know, round food.