Today was a municipal holiday for the Royal St. John's Regatta - the 178th running of this event I might add. It was also a day that never panned-out.
I had every intention of attending the Regatta around lunchtime, meeting my grandfather at the bandstand by the lake and enjoying a hotdog or two while watching a few of the fixed-seat rowing races. My grandfather ended up not wanting to go, mostly due to the rainy weather, so I ended up staying home as well.
The family got together for supper and a little birthday celebration in honour of my nephew. A feed of fried chicken, fries and birthday cake left me feeling a little guilty about it all. I'm not much of a fried-food eater to begin with, so I was feeling doubly bad about it all. I decided tonight it's time to get serious again and get these last 25 pounds off. My father gave me a pair of 34-inch waisted shorts and that is my goal - to be in them by Christmas Day, although I won't have much use for the shorts in December, it's still my goal, and an attainable one at that. That would mean 4 more inches off my waist; that would make me 'small' enough - gladly, I'll have to give up the fried chicken.
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