Yo

Yo.

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.

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.