The Hollando Diet

This week I managed to wear myself down to the point of becoming ill, reaching a crescendo on Saturday morning. I surrendered myself to a day spent within the confines of my bed. I passed into and out of a gray, gloomy day as I lost and regained consciousness.

I may have lost a pound or two! So if I want to lose thirty pounds, then I probably need to contract one of those new, particularly virulent super-viruses. That’s certainly more likely to work than the trips to the YMCA… which never happen.