I Hate To Be the Heavy, But…

I’ve got some good news, and some bad news.

First, the good news: I’ve finally been promoted to a real bartender position! Starting in the morning, I’m finally going to be to doing what I came here to do, and it feels great! Not only that, but since my previous position had suddenly opened up, Lakeisha’s no longer unemployed. Good news all around.

Well, mostly good news. I got home tonight and told Lakeisha about my promotion, and her new job. Celebration ensued, including a full four-course meal we both collaborated on. It was absolutely amazing.

Then, as I was getting ready for bed, I looked in the mirror.

This is the first of the five circuits around the neighborhood that I ran before I was so exhausted I couldn’t run any more.

Food is great, but that six-pack was my bread and butter. Sorry, bad choice of words, considering that bread and butter are largely responsible for the condition I’m in now, and it’s a disaster. Call it unfair, but people just tip ripped bartenders far more than they do the chubby ones.

I’ve got to find a balance between the food and the flab, before it takes a big chunk out of my take-home pay.