To Paraphrase Kevin James: Mother's Day, Not A Good Day To Be My Pants

So, it looks like it might be over between my goal weight and me. This week my weight was unchanged. I wasn't worried, knowing that weights fluctuate over time, and that next week for sure, we'd be together. But I hadn't realized how committed I was to celebrating Mother's Day. Long after the less zealous had left the table, I was still mechanically dipping biscuits in gravy, and rhythmically chewing , swallowing and dipping more biscuits in gravy.   Even Karen, the putative mother in this case, had long since left the table. She came back and cleaned the kitchen while I sat there, alone, celebrating her special day.