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Today, November 1, is the actual “Day of the Dead”;
a good day to get rid of the dead weight.
I read a NY Times blog about a woman who crossed
the New York City Marathon finish line
twenty-five pounds lighter–just the motivation I need.
She’d cut back on carbs and alcohol. Not so easy.
So, after a hard-boiled egg and an afternoon of tennis,
I’ve come home, showered and before returning to my laptop
to do my writing (Facebooking), I grab an apple,
ignoring the call of the wild chilled Chardonnay.
A FB story (perhaps satirical, but true) pops up
about alcohol and fats. Interesting —
The Japanese eat no fat, the French eat lots of it,
each suffering fewer heart attacks than British or Americans.
Italians drink excessive red wine and pasta;
Germans drink lots of beer and sausages.
Again, fewer heart attacks. In conclusion, the story reads:
“Eat and drink what you like; speaking English is apparently what kills you.”
I chuckle, careful not to utter an English word as I sprint
to the cupboard for some potato chips, then open
the fridge to pour myself a glass of Chardonnay.
But wait–I stop to think:
Nunca mas voy a hablar ingles.
Voy a tomar Tequila y comer chicharones.