I've gotta lose weight...

I am getting so fat I feel disgusted with myself. I can't get out of a chair or bend over to pick something up off the floor without grunting like a well fed porker about to leave for market. My little granddaughter Gracie told me one time my tummy looked just like her mommy. That would have been fine if Jennifer hadn't been nine months pregnant. Sometimes Gracie's little brother, Sam, will climb up in my lap and slowly rub my belly. His commentary is always the same: "O-o-o-o-o, dat big tummy Papa!". Cayce's prayer life has definitely improved since marrying Cody. Everytime she sees me she prays, "Oh Lord, please don't let Cody turn out like that". Debbie is more direct with her assessment. She calls me Fatboy.....she used to call me "Honey"...but that would make me hungry and I would head for the kitchen. I've just got to lose some weight.