Compliments or Condiments

This past holiday season (and happy President's Day to ya) was a real eye opener for me. So many things, positive things, happened to me. It did not matter what party I attended. It did not matter where I did business. I got complimented on the new me.

Yeppir, the compliments kept on a coming. People wanted to know how I became: slim, trim, energetic, rosy cheeked. There is a new magnetic aura that surrounds me. The ladies look at me like I ain't been looked at in decades. Ah, the come hither looks. Scary.

All this justifies my routine of exercise and eating right. The compliments are the right condiments. Do you think I would now go back to the old me? Not on your life. Back to fatdom. Back to clothes so tight you could see through the threads. Back to being lethargic about life. No. No. No.

Sometimes it takes something extraordinary to jolt you to the next level of life. That something can be a diagnosis of a debilitating disease, such as diabetes or worse. But that terrible moment in time can blossom into a new and wonderful you, if you let it. So get healthy. Get compliments. Get going!