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I admit it. I failed in my attempts to lose weight last week. I was on vacation, and while I ate a bazillion calories, walked a million miles and didn’t GAIN weight, I also did not lose an ounce.

Not one single ounce.

See, it’s not really my fault. I have an excuse for this. It’s perfectly valid, too.

It’s called the NCAA basketball. I would refer to it by it’s commonly known, copyrighted name, but the NCAA has some really good lawyers on retainer. I shall call it Third Month Bat Shit Craziness. TMBSC for short.

College hoops makes me want chicken wings. Deep fried, smothered in delicious sauce and dipped in a dairy-based dressing chicken wings. I can’t watch basketball without craving the useless appendages of the flightless bird.

And last week, I had some kick-ass wings at Scotty’s Brewhouse in Indianapolis while watching the Big 10 Tournament. Meaty, crisp, and soaked in just the right amount of perfectly seasoned sauce. Served with a healthy side of carrot and celery sticks. Fat girl math: Equal amounts of veggies to wings is a perfect nutritional balance.

Now that TMBSC is in full force, I am not sure I can guarantee that I will get through the next two weeks without a plate of greasy poutlry, but it’s my goal to TRY. I will make the bravest and boldest attempt.

Avoidance can help: Staying busy, not watching the games is not really an option but deleting Buffalo Wild Wings from my phone for take out orders is. This is my strategy for now.

I will let you know how it goes. And I am going back to water aerobics class on Saturday. If anything can keep me from overeating, it’s the sight of my thighs bulging out of my bathing suit.