20th December 2004

Resolution No. Ninety-nine

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You say you got a resolution
Well you know
We all want to lose some weight

You tell me it’s your constitution
Well you know
We all want to lose some weight
But when you talk about the Atkins
Don’t you know you can count me out (in)
Don’t you know it’s gonna be aeight
Aeight Aeight

You say you need some meal dilution
Well you know
We’d all love a smaller can
You ask me for a contribution
Well you know
I don’t have a diet plan
And when you want honey-nut pastries to fill your plate
All I can tell you is brother you have to wait
Don’t you know it’s gonna be aeight
Aeight Aeight

You say you need an institution
Well you know
We all want to change your head
You tell me it’s just food pollution
Well you know
You better see the Doc instead
And if you go carrying pictures of steamed pork bao
You ain’t going to make it with anyone anyhow
Don’t you know know it’s gonna be aeight
Aiight Aeight

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  1. 1 On December 21st, 2024, Dean Landsman said:

    FWIW, I am down about 20 lbs since September. After a while food loses all appeal. If not for Diabetes-related getting-of-the-shakes, I might never eat again.

    Except at Katz’s, which has not vanished from my lifestyle nor my diet since undertaking (heh heh) this reduction program.

    Lotsa room in the pants, need belts or they wobble down some considerable distance. . . and since I do not dress in haute hip-hop couture, one must hold maintain some sense of waist when holding up the pants. This roominess is a daily reminder and reinforcement.

    Soon I’ll be but half the man I used to be, as the saying goes.

  2. 2 On December 21st, 2024, fp said:

    And nobody will refer to you as “the late Dean Landsman.” Unless they’re waiting for you to find a parking place somewhere. Congrats on the weight loss, Dean. One of those pardoxical conditions… your loss is your gain.

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