"You can't have your cake and eat it too!"

"You can't have your cake and eat it too" is an idiom that implies that you cannot or should not have it both ways.  For me, it could mean, "Suzie Spitfyre, stick to your new ways no matter how Marie Antoinette tries to peer pressure you...lest you forget how unhealthy you once were."  Or, on more of a philosophical level it might mean, "Your progress is dependent on acknowledging and letting go of the past and going into the future living your life according to your new code of behaviour."  Or, pragmatically, and knowing my history, it could be interpreted as, "Put down the fork.  Why the "F" is there cake here in the first place?"  But, having written quite a few blog posts in the recent past that seem a little more descriptive and less humourous, this proverb for me begs the question...

Does losing weight mean losing funny?OMG...how am I going to be able to make fun of myself, if I have much less of which to make fun? 

In January, posts poking fun at my weight ran the gamut from my initial email begging the Times

Colonist to help me "end my life as I know it" to a ridiculous account on how monkeys make you thinner.  By February, I had renamed Mardis Gras "Big Boned Tuesday" and admitted to the world that I was a Hobbit.  In March, I succumbed to yogattitude and learned to sit 'n' spin.  April had me chanting the mantra "There are zero calories in eye candy!" and saw the end of the Times Colonist Health Challenge.  In May, my posts became fewer and far between due in part to that appointment with the bariatric surgeon who said I was a perfect candidate for sleeve gastrectomy, maybe...but I have a ninja that believes I can do this without surgery.  My confidence bruised, I cranked out a measly 7 entries that month, and in June, only 4 posts were written.  Now it's July, and I've had it with only writing about weigh-ins!  Far be it from me to not want to celebrate the losses, after all I'm very proud of losing 1/3 of my body, but where's the hilarity in that?

I know I'm on a pretty strict diet, but gimme back my cake, universe!  I'm hungry for more!

I will find a way to lose weight, get healthy, and continue to see humour in the process.  So how do I get funny back?  Well, after going back into the archives of my blog and rereading some of the old posts I was reminded that comedy lies in the absurdity of life.  Then, I was trying to squash my boobs into an unruly sports bra that was far too small and would probably have to be cut off of me; and now, I'm on my back, with my legs up in the air, hanging onto my toes rocking back and forth on a yoga mat trying to hold in a fart and stifle laughter after catching the eye of my neighbour...what is this?  Grade 5?  No, but I guess it means I can have my cake and eat it too.