Still Duking It Out

Yes, the ass and I are still fighting it out.

Right now, I feel like it's two heavyweights wrestling around the kitchen, and I'm barely holding my own.

I'm hanging in there.

And the ass is going "hee haw, hee haw" like a Chihuahua chasing a cat. And I'm saying, like Amy Winehouse, "No, No, No..."

Lots of noise, but not a lot of effect on the scales.

Only 44 pounds to go...