Time to lay off the Blue Bell ice cream

I had a woman that I didn't even know refer to me as "that rolly polly guy" this week. Ouch! Disregard the fact that she was a customer who was unhappy because something that she wanted to purchase in our liquidation sale was sold before she arrived or that we declined her offer to purchase a fixture for merely 80% off of the price that it was marked or that she made an insulting comment to our consultant about our sale strategy and procedures . . . getting called fat by a stranger still stings!

I guess it's time to lay off the Blue Bell ice cream and the fried seafood and the sweet tea and the Krispy Kreme doughnuts . . . OK, you get the picture. As much as I wish that I could blame the extra 60 pounds that I'm toting around on a metabolic or glandular problem, the truth is that it's just a lack of self-discipline on my part. I've used the "I'm a stress-eater" excuse until even I don't believe it anymore.

It's a shame that it takes a rude stranger to wake me up. Hold me accountable . . . if you see me eating something unhealthy or fattening, just call me a rolly polly.