So today, I promised myself that I would not be dwelling on my weight loss in yet another blog post.  Too much coverage.  Just too much.

So I am not going to talk about today’s trip to the gym, I’m not gonna do it.  I’m not gonna go there, but I did have kind of a happy side note to make.  A tiny reference that probably qualifies as a weight/gym/progress reference, but certainly forgivable.

So this post is really a postscript and sort of a final chapter on a swimsuit.  A swimsuit that my dear wife had bought for me two years ago (here’s the link to the swimsuit post from long ago).  A swimsuit that she believed I would be able to fit into soon.  Well, that was (I repeat) two years ago, but  today I did it!  I finally did it!  That stinking swimsuit finally fit on me.  Plus, it looked good.  Hooray, me!

There, just a tiny tale of dieting success.  Forgive me, please, because I must now leave and pose for the Middle Aged Men of Minnesota swimsuit calendar.  Success comes with obligations, you know.