My need to lose weight was a bit more pressing, also my wife took to enforcement like a seasoned Stasi operative. In nine months I did not deviate. I dropped the 53 kg I put on due to the cancer treatment.
I saw that on my way out the door today, and I thought it was bacon grease with the little bits of bacon still in it (we had bacon this morning), but MrsT never saves the bacon grease, so I couldn't figure out where it came from.
"What's this?," I asked, picking it up?
"That's the extra syrup that was on my waffle. Don't throw it out, I'm going to drink it in a minute."