I don’t mean yo like, “Yo, what up my diggity dawg?”
I mean yo like yo-yo.
Like lose the weight, yo.
Gain it back, yo.
I have a bad history with big losses and slow, steady gain-backs.
I screw up my will and make a gigantic push toward a specific goal.
I reach my goal.
I celebrate some more.
I lose track of myself, eating a little too much, drinking a little too much, exercising a little too little.
A pound here.
A pound there.
It adds up, but you know that already.
I’m yo’ing again, yo.
Twenty-five pounds down in less than two months.
Just tracking exactly what I put in my piehole.
Making sure I pop a little sweat each day.
This yo-yo is on the way down.
Maybe this time, it’ll occur to me to cut the string.