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New Eyeglasses Style. . .

 

Sporting new specs and almost 20 pound of weight loss since the end of September.  Everything fits better!

 

Very few selfie photos here lately of yours truly, but after snapping a quick photograph of my new glasses to share with my sister and step-father, our son, The Young Master, suggested I share one here too.  

No tailored clothing today I'm afraid.  Classes for the semester ended last Friday, and I've taught asynchronous online from home since late August anyway, suiting up only for twice weekly office hours and brief weekly videos.  

The attire shown above is pretty standard at home wear for the colder months, which is to say a tucked in flannel shirt (or rugby jersey), corduroy jeans (a rather orange-cinnamon-nutmeg shade today), chocolate suede camp moccasins sans socks, and a surcingle belt.  

Casual and comfortable without straying into slob territory.  Hey, what if I must answer the door, walk to the mailbox, or pick up a gallon of milk at the super market? 

Oh, yes.  The large table in the background with The Young Master will shortly be turned into a rural North German landscape complete with low hills, woods, and a village or two for a planned game of toy soldiers between The Young Master and me on Boxing Day, a day I have dubbed Toy Soldiermas.  Good times ahead for the two of us.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. Congratulations on the new specs, which look rather professorial, and the loss of 20 pounds. What was your weight loss regimen ?

    I see that someone is photo bombing your selfie. LOL

    Jim

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  2. Thanks, Jim! 1300-1800 calories a day, but no more. Keeping careful track of portions consumed, and measuring everything out when possible. Daily digital weigh-ins post-shower. Very few 'cheat days' and 45-60 minutes of walking daily unless it was raining. Sadly, the almost constant hungry feeling has yet to disappear.

    Skinny Regards,

    H-U

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  3. Yes, and he thought it was hysterically funny when he saw the end result. Quite a sense of humor though not always at the appropriate times or places.

    H-U

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